"'What shall I render unto my Lord for all his benefits toward me? I will take the cup of salvation . . . I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and call upon the name of the Lord. Whither he leads, I will go; what he loves, I will love; and what he bids, I will do; his friends shall be my friends, his foes my foes, his word my delight.' "It shall no longer be,— "'How near may I remain to the world, and yet be a believer in Him?' "But,— "'How far may I get from worldliness, and how closely may I walk with Him?' "The love of Jesus and the love of dress and vanity cannot agree together in the same heart; the love of Jesus and the practice of Sabbath-breaking cannot exist in the same person; one must exclude the other, and the way of holiness will be found the way of true enjoyment." "How I wish," said Jane Saunders to herself as she walked along, according to promise, to call for her sister, "how I wish I had not to call for Ellen to-night. I want to go and be alone and think, but she will not let me. Why should I be troubled about her?" Then memory recalled, like a still small voice of gentle rebuke, a portion of a chapter she had learned: "He first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We have found the Messias; . . . and he brought him to Jesus." She admired the brother's love: should a sister's love be less zealous? When Jane was announced at Mr. Ashton's, a rush was made from the sitting-room, which opened by a glass door into the shop, and before she could express any will or wish upon the subject, she was dragged into the midst of the party assembled there, who seemed to be about to sit down to supper. "Ellen," said she, "I have called as you bade me, and we have only just time to get home by nine o'clock. Will you get ready at once?" "Why did you not come earlier then?" said Ellen, vainly endeavoring to conceal her annoyance. "But it will not matter for you to be a little late for once; Miss Baylis will excuse you, I know." "I hope not to give her any cause for excusing me, Ellen; so be quick, there's a dear girl, and let us go. Mrs. Ashton, I am sure you will think it quite right for us to obey Miss Baylis's rules." And Jane looked pleadingly toward Mrs. Ashton. "Certainly, my dear, certainly; we will not ask you to stay to-night. I am very sorry, Miss Ellen, but I see we must not have the pleasure of your company and your sister's to supper." "Pray do go and put on your bonnet, Ellen," whispered Jane, earnestly. "Really, I am quite sorry," said Mr. Ashton, rousing himself from a doze in his easy chair; "one so seldom gets a sight of you, Miss Jane; but you are quite right about minding rules. I'm a great advocate for punctuality and obedience myself; there's no managing young people without them. Well, but you can come in and spend next Sunday with us instead." "O no, indeed, sir, thank you; I cannot indeed," said Jane quickly.