There was a deep silence for a few moments; nothing was heard but the song of a lark high overhead, as it soared towards the sky.
Then Giles spoke in a tone of awe, “Will all rise again?”
“Yes, all.”
“Will all rise to be free, and happy, and glorious?”
“Alas, no!” replied Ella.
“How can we tell,” continued the boy, after a little hesitation, “whether we shall be among the happy ones?”
“There will be but two classes then,” said Ella, “as there are but two classes amongst those called Christians now. We may divide all who have heard of a Saviour into those who love God, and those who love sin. Those who love sin will awake to misery; those who love God will awake to glory.”
“But,” said the boy anxiously, “there may be some who love God and really try to obey him, and yet sin sometimes.”
“All sin sometimes,” replied Ella. “There is not one human being free from sin.”
“Then,” said Giles, “I should be afraid that, when the trumpet sounded, my sins would be like chains, and keep me down, so that I could not rise.”