and when we were just going to part he said, ‘They say you are going to marry my daughter.’  I answered, ‘I doubt they grieve you with, it.’  He said, ’Nay, not at all, for my daughter shall marry whom she likes.’  ‘You speak very honourably,’ said I, ‘if you only stand to your word.’  To this he replied, ’I will, she shall marry whom she likes.’  I said to him, ’I will make you this promise, that I will not marry your daughter for the sake of her fortune, for I do not believe you will give me any with her.  If I can be assured that it is of the Lord, I will marry her though you turn her into the street destitute; and, without this persuasion, I would not marry her though you were to give her your whole estate to do so:  therefore do not blame me.’  He said, ‘I cannot,’ and we parted.”  Notwithstanding this plain conversation, Mr. Stables was highly displeased with the match, and offered to give his daughter an additional portion on condition that she would not prosecute it; adding, “If you do, I’ll give you sixpence a-week, and you may go about singing Methodist songs.”

On their marriage, which took place shortly after, Mr. and Mrs. Burdsall removed to York.  The offended father, true to his word, sent his daughter forth literally destitute; not even permitting her to take her personal apparel.  It was not until twelve months had elapsed, that any further communication took place.  The interview is thus related by Mr. Burdsall in his own quaint style.  “I happened to be passing near his house as he was going from it; on my calling to him, he asked what I wanted with him.  I said, ’I want to know what place you mean me to have in heaven?’ He smiled, and asked, ’Do you mean to go there?’ ‘I hope so,’ said I. He then asked me why I had married his daughter.  I told him, because I loved her and thought she would make me a good wife.  I added, ’You know, sir, that I told you before I married her, that I would not marry her for the sake of her fortune; neither have I, I do not expect any, the Lord blesses us without any, and he will still continue to bless us.’  He acknowledged the truth of what I said, and we parted.”  The fire of wrath was still smouldering in the heart of the old man, and awakened in the mind of Mrs. Burdsall feelings of painful anxiety, especially, as it was apparent, that life was ebbing fast to its close.  Mr. B. therefore, a short time after, addressed a kind but faithful letter to him on the great subject of salvation, and concluded with these remarkable and expressive words, “I have no other reason for writing to you, that I know of, than this, that the sun is going down.”  This produced no immediate effect, only, whenever they met, Mr. Stables would say, “You write parables to me.”  The allusion however so appositely and wisely put, like an arrow directed to the mark, had fastened upon his conscience, and was secretly undermining the strength of long and obstinately-cherished resentment.  The marksman was skilful, but still better, a man of