314 BATTLES OF THE BIBLE.

THE CONCLUSION.

Nor much more have I to tell of our visit to grand-
father. Two days after his stories of the battles were
ended our father came to take us home. Sorry we all
were to leave—very sorry. That cottage and garden
looked pretty always, but never prettier than when we
were saying good bye to everything that was there. It
was the evening after my father came—we were to leave
the next day, and I had been in the garden watering the
flowers for the last time. When I came in it was bed-
time, and I went to say good night to grandfather. I
thought he looked sadder than usual; he put his hand
on my head, and said, “ Marianne, remember your
prayers.” Tears started to my eyes, for I knew that
many and many a night I had retired to rest without
remembering them, or at least without remembering
them as I ought. Often since, when I have been tempt-
ed to foolish trifling thoughts at my latest waking hours,
the thought has entered my mind, the soothing, hallow-
ing thought of my dear grandfather. I have fancied
I felt the gentle touch of his hand on my head, and
heard his kind voice saying, “ Marianne, remember your
prayers.”