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_me, as I looked at my work, and again said, “It is
Sunday !”. ;
~  Tlooked out at the window. It was a clear, warm,
‘ sunny day in February, when the snow melted on the
tops of the houses, and came down from the eaves
like a shower of rain. '“ How pleasant to go to church!”
In no very peaceful state of mind did I leave the
office to go to dinner. I felt afraid—not certainly of
my master, for I but copied his example ; not of Tom
nor of James; but of myse/f: of the sense of wrong-
_doing which began to oppress my heart.
“T will go to’ church ; yes, I will!” firmly did I
resolve.
Mr. Simpson had been at church, and talked about
the sermon. James and Thomas had been there too.
“Where have you been?” asked Thomas, who sat
next me at table. .
“Been about here, all alone,” answered I, in a surly
tone, to forbid further inquiry.
Robert, you had better go to church,” said Mr.

Simpson,