"But yet, Uncle Eden, He did let the soldiers come."
"He did not go away, Maggie."
"No; but those must have been dreadful times."
"Well, yes. They were no doubt hard times. And yet, Maggie, it remains true—'When He giveth quietness, then who can make trouble?' Think of Paul and Silas, beaten and bleeding, stiff and sore, stretched uncomfortably in the wooden framework which left them no power to rest themselves or change their position; in the noisome inner dungeon of a Roman prison, and yet singing for gladness. People cannot sing when they are faint-hearted, Maggie. The Lord keeps His promises."
"I wonder how many people would stand Pastor Harms's test?" Meredith remarked.
"They are not obliged to stand it," Flora rejoined. "There are no persecutions now; not here, at any rate. People are not called upon to be martyrs."
"Do you think the terms of service have changed?" said Mr. Murray looking at her.
"Why, sir, we are not called upon to be martyrs."
"No, but are you not called to have the same spirit the martyrs had?"
"How can we?"