"Yes, ma'; he spoke words of comfort to Amelia Stubbs when she was dying, and he may bring some words of comfort to my troubled soul. Send for him immediately. I have not long to live, and I wish now to turn the current of my thoughts towards the other world."
"I hope," said the weeping father, on Mrs. Denham's entrance into the parlour, "our dear Matilda feels her soul happy."
"O no! she is not happy. Her soul is in trouble. She says that she is not fit to appear before the judgment-seat of Christ."
"What makes her think this?"
"It is the remembrance of some question she once heard Mr. Ingleby put when he was reading his sermon."
"Did she ever tell it you?"
"Yes; many times of late."
"Do you recollect it?"
"Yes; it was this—'Should you like to go from the theatre to the judgment-seat of Christ?'"