A VISION. ‘ 69

my hand instinctively, and sat down again, irri-
tated by the detection, and flushed by something
like shame. And then my mind drifted into a
train of self-inquiry and reproach, as so often
happens when one is excited and tired.. And
vexed at being where I was, yet vexed with myself
for being vexed, I had a sensation of being doubly
im the wrong.

Who and what was I, to take umbrage about
trifles in a house hallowed to the service of God;
one, too, where generations had worshipped Him
in the faith of His dear Son long ages before I
was born? The very monuments which had just
offended me, now reproached me by their Christian
acknowledgments. or were they not records of
those who had from time to time departed to their
rest in the faith! The place had been good
enough for them then ; and where did I expect to
be in the great Hereafter, that it was not good
enough for me ?

I, too, to be so very particular ; to set myself
up above my fellows—those congregations already
laid to sleep, as well as that now pouring into the