And Enoch walked with God and he was not; for God took him.
Miss Cox, Sue’s Sabbath School teacher, was absent, and Miss Marvin, Bell’s cousin, heard the class. Bell was in it, and Nettie Rand, Jenny King, Sarah Ellis, Dick Vance, Robert Rand, Varney Lowe, and Will Carter,—five girls and four boys. The lesson was on Elijah, and the boys were exceedingly interested in speculations about the chariot of fire, its probable appearance, and did Miss Marvin think Enoch had a chariot too?
“It seems the writer of Enoch’s memoir thought that of very little importance; at least, he said nothing about it,” rejoined Miss Marvin, smiling. “But then he only used fifty-three words any way; and yet how much we seem to know about Enoch. Did you ever think of it?”
“Memoirs are awfully stupid; most always there’s three volumes,” said Varney Lowe.
“Paul wrote the second volume of Enoch’s,” said Miss Marvin. “You will find it in Hebrews, eleventh chapter, fifth verse. But there are only thirty-two words in that.”
“It doesn’t say much in Genesis,” said Jenny King, who had opened her Bible, “only how long he lived and that Methuselah was his son.”
“And that God took him,” added Sarah Ellis, who had opened her Bible too.
“One other and best thing of all, twice repeated,—don’t you see it?” asked Miss Marvin.
“Oh, yes; that ‘he walked with God’; but I never could understand really what it meant.”
“What is the first thing necessary when two people walk together?”