62 SUNDAY ON TWEEDSIDE. 



out that morning to the many unwashed house- 

 maids from the streets adjacent to his establish- 

 ment. As to his young men, they knew nothing 

 about him save that his name stood as bright 

 in the gold letters above his door as ever, and 

 that his shop was kept as regularly open from 

 morn till night as before. He also imagined 

 that as many carriages and people would be 

 passing his windows as when he stood at the 

 door of his house. But now, where was he ! 

 On the bounds of eternity ! ' Awful thought ! ' 

 said he to himself ; ' were I to jump a yard or 

 perhaps stir a foot, I might never again be 

 heard of, my address being known only to my- 

 self ; and having no relations, my goods and 

 chattels, what would become of them in all the 

 world ! ' 



Stinbag on 



Blessed be the Sabbath-day, that day of quiet 

 and delightful rest to all those who have exercised 

 their minds during the week, on the amazing love 

 of God towards them, and who have left busy 

 cities for a time, and found themselves strangers 



