glad to see, for Nancy had been somewhat afflicted with religious melancholy.
I congratulated her upon the change. She agreed that it was a great blessing, and expressed herself "right down thankful for it," adding, "If it please God to spare my sight, and make me so as I can read my Bible again, I think I shall be as happy as a queen."
"I hope he will, Nancy," replied I; "and, meantime, I'll come and read to you now and then, when I have a little time to spare."
With expressions of grateful pleasure, the poor woman moved to get me a chair; but, as I saved her the trouble, she busied herself with stirring the fire, and adding a few more sticks to the decaying embers; and then, taking her well-used Bible from the shelf, dusted it carefully, and gave it to me. On my asking if there was any particular part she should like me to read, she answered—
"Well, Miss Grey, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to hear that chapter in the First Epistle of Saint John, that says, "God is love, and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him."
With a little searching I found these words
