says he will never forget" that little fist," so rare was it to see Dr. Everett disturbed from the even tenor of his way. He could hardly have been touched at a more tender point. If a sudden shower, thwarting our plans or threatening injury to the crops, caused an expression of impatience or apprehension from some member of the family, he would turn quietly to the window or door, and watching the falling drops, say, "What a precious rain."
There was something very beautiful in father's faith. He conld see God's hand in all his dealings with him. Often, in coming from Penymynydd, he pointed to a certain place, saying, "There your father once came very near losing his life." He never again could pass the place without recalling his imminent danger and signal deliverance. He was riding down the hill on a spirited horse, when he was suddenly thrown, and his foot becoming entangled, he felt himself entirely helpless. He closed his eyes, expecting to be cruelly dashed to pieces. At length, becoming more calm, he realized that he was unhurt; his horse was standing perfectly quiet, and he knew that there was work for him yet to do. Clinging with his teeth, in order to get the use of his hands, he extricated himself from his perilous position, and remounting, proceeded to the meeting for which he was bound, filled with a spirit of renewed consecration to Him who had so wonderfully spared his life. Notwithstanding his high moral courage, physical timidity was very characteristic. On nearing home after a journey, he frequently said, as if with relief and thankfulness, "Well, we have come safely, so far."
