----"I can scarcely tell you, my dear child, but I doubt it very much. And even if they had," said the worthy lady, not in the least disconcerted, "you may be sure that the Lord has something else to do besides listening to such rubbish. For prayer to have any effect, the supplicant must have grace, that is, he must have received permission to lay his supplication at the feet of his Maker. And this grace we only,--we, a God-fearing nation, the descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, we the chosen children of the Lord, have in abundance. We are the allies of the God of Israel who has said: 'The children of Israel shall keep the Sabbath, to observe the Sabbath throughout their generations, for a perpetual covenant.' And again: 'Moreover also I gave them my sabbaths, to be a sign between me and them, that they might know that I am the Lord that sanctify them.' "Now, I ask you, who is it that observes the Sabbath? First, there are the Jews. Then the English and Americans. As I have already explained to you, and as the Vicar has many times proved to you in the pulpit, the Americans are none other than the tribe of Manasseh, and the Jews are all that remain of the perverse tribes of Judah and Levi. The English are therefore the children of the house of Israel. Yes, my children, it is a glorious fact, and you may well be proud of it. So keep your covenant with the Lord who will always recognise you by this sign. I know wicked children who laugh and play on Sundays. Avoid their bad example, and you will one day go to the realms of the blessed, where there reigns an eternal Sabbath." The last phrase did not produce in Mrs. Goodman's pupils the enthusiasm she looked for. Many of them grew reflective over it, as visions of scoldings, punishments, solemn silence, stern looks, and tract-reading, presented themselves to their memory and formed anything but an attractive subject of contemplation. One little girl even went so far as to burst into a torrent of tears on reaching home. "What is the matter, my darling?" asked her mother. ----"Oh! mamma," cried the poor child, bathed in tears, "Mrs. Goodman says in heaven it's Sunday all the week." ----"Well, what then?" ----"Oh!" sobbed the distressed innocent, "if I am a very good girl all the week, shan't I be allowed to go down to hell to play with the little devils on Saturdays?" * * * * * It is time I should say that Mrs. Goodman is not at all an imaginary character. I have had the pleasure of enjoying the excellent lady's company many times. On these occasions, I have had explained to me how the history of Napoleon can be plainly read in the Apocalypse of Saint John, how all the great historical events, from the battle of Hastings down to that of Tel-el-Kebir are spoken of as inevitable by Isaiah, Ezekiel, and other prophets.