The third—which Tom gave to the eldest of the three, who sat looking up earnestly at him, waiting for his words—was one whose glorious words had been pouring their light through Tom’s soul ever since the afternoon school—his triumph in Christ’s name:
“This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.”
CHAPTER VI.
“How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
When those that love the Lord
In one another’s peace delight,
And thus fulfill his word!”
THERE was one part of Tom’s Sunday-school and evening-school work which I think he never took into consideration when he was endeavoring to calculate, as he was very fond of doing, the extent of its influence and the number of people to whom it had been the means of doing good. I say, I think he never discovered the amount of good it did to two loving hearts at home—Miss Mason and Martha. After the commencement of his evening-school, he had written every week, either to his sister or his teacher, and when the modestly written accounts were read by those for whom they were written, it did them a world of good.
“Brother Tom is doing so much, Miss Mason,” said Martha, one day, as she stood by Miss Mason’s sitting-room fire, with Tom’s last letter in her hand, “I feel as if I was not doing anything.”