“It has been a very pleasant Sabbath, dear Aunt,” said Mary, “so peaceful and quiet.” “I like to remember the Sabbaths of my youthful days,” said Mrs. Wilson. “Let me repeat some lines referring to them and you will remember, dear, that in those days lived many of our old Puritan ministers, so many of whom have now gone to their rest.”
SABBATH MORNING.
“How memory paints
That hallowed morn, in youth’s bright, happy hours!
The glorious sun seemed brighter, and the birds
Sang sweeter on that sacred day; the flowers,
Rich in their fragrance, seemed more fragrant then;
A holy quiet rested o’er the scene;
The week-day hum was hushed, no jarring sound
Disturbed the placid stillness of the hour;