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92 THESE THREE." Not because he had known him, of course, since the dead man had lived back into the ages. But every one sees his own future when he looks at a moss-covered tombstone ; or may do so, if he stops to think. For those who only stop to stare there is nothing, certainly, but an old stone and some moss. But we are not talking of such people. The text the rector wrote was, "And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three;" not a word more or less. What was said in the sermon I cannot tell. If I ever knew, I have forgotten, as, alas one so often does. Each person may imagine it, however, for himself. All I can remember are the last words ; those are written on my brain, I trust, for ever: Believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things." Whether the new rector had the old tombstone cleared of the moss afterwards, I often wonder. Very likely he had. One cannot allow sentiment everywhere, you know, as I have said twice before already.