The sermon which followed was from the text: “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.... Fear not, therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”
The sermon that followed was almost worthy of the text, not quite, for no man’s nor angel’s words can add to the Word of the Lord; but it was faithfully, lovingly and practically applied, and it did good service.
At the end of the worship Stuart, as well as Palma, came out into the sunlight refreshed and comforted.
That morning Stuart, in his dark mood, had shrunk from the exertion of going to church. What would be the use? he had thought in his secret heart; and he had tried to excuse himself to Palma, but she, from a feeling of duty, had persuaded him to go.
Now as they walked uptown through the sunny air he said:
“I am very glad we went to church to-day, dear.”
“So am I. We got our daily bread, our heavenly manna there, did we not?”
“Yes.”
They reached home and found their pleasant little parlor aglow with the bright fire in the grate, and inviting with the neatly spread table and the simple midday meal of the Sabbath.
Mrs. Pole had also been to church at a much nearer point, and had got home before them in good time to lay the cloth.