4o Turnaside Cottage.

Churchill in the Squire’s pew, but the sight of her
quiet, attentive face called back my thoughts to
listen to what the clergyman was saying. He had
a clear strong voice, very pleasant to listen to; and I
especially liked those parts of the service, such as
the Psalms, in whch minister and people responded
to each other in turn.

But how great was my delight when the singing
began. I felt as if I were lifted up and carried along
by it. It was such as may be heard in many
village churches, but I, who had never heard half-
a-dozen voices together before, thought it most
grand and wonderful. Surely it was like this that
the angels must sing in Heaven! It was almost
too much; my eyes filled with tears ; and I believe I
should have burst out crying, if Tommy, perceiving
my transport, had not recalled me to myself by a
gentle tug of the hair at the back of my head. I
was scandalised to sce him settle himself to sleep
soon after the sermon began, while I was trying to
attend with all my might. But I founda set dis-
course a much harder thing to follow than Miss
Churchill's remarks and explanations. Icould have
attended better, I thought, if I might have taken
off that stifling, uncomfortable comforter.

After the sermon, came, to my delight, another
bymn; and then, still under Tommy’s leadership, I