“Cannot you read it, as I do, of an evening after work, and on Sundays?”
“No,” said Lacy, “I am too tired at night to bother myself with book learning; and Sunday is the only day I have for making merry.”
Thus does Satan try to smother the first sparks of conviction in our hearts, and make us unwilling to strive for a blessing.
Lacy and Susan thought themselves excellent Christians for having been to prayers; and in the labour of the week they soon forgot the warning voice of the clergyman and of Connor.
CHAP. III.
The next Sunday at breakfast, Lacy said, “Will you go to prayers, Susan?”
“Yes,” said Susan, “I think I will.”
“So will I,” replied Lacy, “but don’t it look like rain?”
“To be sure the clouds are blackish,” answered Susan; “but perhaps it may clear up.”
Lacy yawned, stretched himself, lighted his pipe, and fell into a fit of thinking. An hour after, he said, looking out at the door, “’Tis too late now.”