“Oh, yes, mama, I know. They were struck dead for lying. I saw them carried into the corner drugstore.”
The relationship between Mr. Gladstone and his wife was one of the most beautiful the world has known, and of all the millions who looked up to him, she was his greatest admirer. On one occasion when Mrs. Gladstone was entertaining visitors, conversation turned on the Bible, and there was a lively argument on the meaning of a certain passage.
Presently one of the callers, hoping to end the discussion, remarked devoutly:
“There is One alone who knows all.”
The cloud vanished from Mrs. Gladstone’s face and she smiled sunnily as she said:
“Yes, and William will be down in a few minutes.”
Mabel (testing the wisdom of the grown-ups).—“Well, how did Martin Luther die?”