"Where is that?"
"I am afraid I can't find it," said Fleda "it is somewhere in Isaiah, I know"
She tried in vain; and failing, then looked up in Mr.
Carleton's face to see what impression had been made.
"You see Thomas believed when he saw," said he, answering her;
"I will believe, too, when I see."
"Ah! if you wait for that" said Fleda.
Her voice suddenly checked: she bent her face down again to her little Bible, and there was a moment's struggle with herself.
"Are you looking for something more to show me?" said Mr.
Carleton, kindly, stooping his face down to hers.
"Not much," said Fleda, hurriedly; and then making a great effort, she raised her head, and gave him the book again.
"Look here, Mr. Carleton Jesus said, 'Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.' "
Mr. Carleton was profoundly struck, and the thought recurred to him afterwards, and was dwelt upon. "Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." It was strange at first, and then he wondered that it should ever have been so. His was a mind peculiarly open to conviction, peculiarly accessible to truth; and his attention being called to it, he saw faintly now what he had never seen before, the beauty of the principle of faith how natural, how reasonable, how necessary, how honourable to the Supreme Being, how happy even for man, that the grounds of his trust in God being established, his acceptance of many other things should rest on that trust alone.