the side of her mother, slanting sunbeams from the southern windows fell upon her head, lighting up the bright hair till it looked like a saintly halo.  Elder Kinney sat in the pulpit, with his best loved friend, Elder Williams, who was to preach that day and perform the marriage ceremony.  When Draxy and her father entered the door, Elder Kinney rose and remained standing until they reached their pew.  As Draxy sat down and the golden sunbeams flickered around her, the Elder sank back into his seat and covered his eyes with his hand.  He did not change his posture until the prayers and the hymns and the sermon were over, and Elder Williams said in a low voice,—­

“The ceremony of marriage will now be performed.”  Then he rose, his countenance glowing like that of one who had come from some Mount of Transfiguration.  With a dignity and grace of bearing such as royal ambassadors might envy, he walked slowly down to Reuben Miller’s pew, and, with his head reverently bent, received Draxy from her father’s hands.

Passionate love and close contact with Draxy’s exquisite nature were developing, in this comparatively untrained man, a peculiar courteousness and grace, which added a subtle charm to the simplicity of his manners.  As he walked up the aisle with Draxy clinging to his arm, his tall figure looked majestic in its strength, but his face was still bent forward, turned toward her with a look of reverence, of love unspeakable.

The whole congregation rose, moved by one impulse, and the silence was almost too solemn.  When the short and simple ceremony was over, the Elder led Draxy to his own pew and sat down by her side.

After the little children had been baptized, the usual announcement of the Lord’s Supper was made, and the usual invitation given.  Absolute silence followed it, broken only by the steps of the singers leaving their seats in the gallery to take places below.  Not a person moved to leave the body of the house.  Elder Williams glanced at Elder Kinney in perplexity, and waited for some moments longer.  The silence still remained unbroken; there was not a man, woman, or child there but felt conscious of a tender and awed impulse to remain and look on at this ceremony, so newly significant and solemn to their beloved Elder.  Tears came into many eyes as he took the cup of wine from Deacon Plummer’s trembling hands and passed it to Draxy, and many hearts which had never before longed for the right to partake of the sacred emblems longed for it then.

After the services, were ended, just as Elder Williams was about to pronounce the benediction, Elder Kinney rose from his seat, and walking rapidly to the communion table said,—­

“My dear friends, I know you don’t look for any words from me to-day; but there are some of you I never before saw at this blessed feast of our Lord, and I must say one word to you from Him.”  Then pausing, he looked round upon them all, and, with an unutterable yearning in the gesture, stretched out both his arms and said:  “O my people, my people! like as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wing, He would have gathered you long ago, but ye would not.”  Then, still holding out his arms towards them, he pronounced the benediction.