for yearly perusal was suggested to them by one of father's parishioners in Winfield.
Every morning and noon they gathered with us around the family altar, The noon hour was chosen in preference to evening, being more convenient, and, also, because it had been thus observed in Rosa, mother's early home, for many years. In the morning, our practice is each to repeat a verse of Scripture before commencing to read. This is very interesting to children. They feel that they have a part to take, and they love to lisp, "God is love," "Jesus wept," "The Lord is my Shepherd;" &c. But when they grow older and learn to know that God is love, that the Lord is their Shepherd, and that Jesus wept for them, this little daily exercise is precious beyond all telling. It is a quick and sure way of gathering heavenly manna. Occasionally the passages recited were on some particular subject, as "Trust in God," "Brotherly Love," &c. There was something inexpressibly tender and reverent in father's manner when reading the Bible, especially in the unconstrained atmosphere of home. The wonderfully thrilling stories of the Old Testament, and the sweet, pathetic words of the New, never seemed to lose the edge or freshness of their interest to him. His voice always bled with emotion when reading of Abraham's trial of faith, of Moses in the bulrushes, and the ever new story of the cross. One such occasion we may cite as an example. It was but a very short time before his last illness, and, therefore, is vividly remembered. The passage was the last chapter of Luke. As usual, we read in rotation, and
