For myself, I can hardly tell how the discourse affected me. It was so utterly different from anything I had ever heard before, that I knew not what to make of it. I wanted time to analyze my feelings and thoughts. We sat silent awhile, and then Amabel spoke suddenly. "Lucy, I am going to read the Bible." "After promising not to read any heretical books!" said I. "I have been thinking of all Mr. Wesley said to us!" she replied. "I don't see how the Bible can be called a heretical book. As far as I understand, there are several different kinds of Protestants, and all of them seem to have scholars of their own. If one made a great error in the translation, the others would be sure to find it out, and show it up—yet it seems they all use the same translation." "Mother Assistant used to say, that all the sectaries in Christendom became so by reading the Bible!" said I. "She said if every body came to read it and judge it for themselves, there would be an end of the church. I never could understand how that could be. But what did you think of Mr. Wesley's sermon? It was not much like one of Father Brousseau's, was it?" "Not at all like it! But if you ask what I think, I don't know; only I think it is beautiful in him, to go and preach to the poor colliers that no one has cared for. It is like what we used to hear of St. Vincent de Paul, among the poor. I wish I could hear him once more." We saw no more of Mr. Wesley that night, only I looked out before I went to bed, (it was as bright moonlight as we ever have in England,) and saw two dark figures pacing arm in arm, up and down the paved walk which led from the rectory door to the church porch, and from their relative size, I concluded that they were Mr. Wesley and Mr. Cheriton. The next morning, Mr. Wesley came to bid us good-bye. He thanked Mrs. Thorpe in warm terms for her kindness to his poor brother and sister as he called them, and delicately offered to repay any charges she had been at, concerning them. But this Mrs. Thorpe positively declined. "I did but do as I would be done by!" said she. "Any woman would have a heart harder than the nether mill-stone, who should refuse help to another woman in her case. How a man of sense such as poor Mr. Edwards seems to be, should expose his wife to such peril, passes my comprehension. 'Twas sheer madness." "He was taking his wife to Berwick to pass the time of her trouble with her own mother, whom she had not seen for many years!" replied Mr. Wesley. "He had preached at the Sandgate before, and had never met with any disturbance; nor do I think there would have been any had the people not been set on." He then turned to Amabel and myself, who were standing behind Mrs. Thorpe, as we had just risen from breakfast.