How it grew in the pastor's study, a little sacramental emblem of hallowed scenes, and of infinitely precious truths,--how a place was selected, and afterwards prepared, for it, near a garden-wall which separates the wife's little garden from her grave,--and how the husband came alone, one Sabbath, and joined the church, receiving the seal of baptism from the same hand that sprinkled the water upon the heads of his wife and children,--I cannot tell you now, nor, after so long detention, would you be willing at present to hear. THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's Bertha and Her Baptism, by Nehemiah Adams