to seriousness, it may be, by the breathless voice that dwells in every well-remembered mound.  There is not one who does not carry on his brow the thoughts that best become it now.  All are well dressed, all look cleanly and contented.  The children are with their parents, their natural and best instructors.  Whom should they love so well?  To whom is honour due if not to them?  The village owns no school to disannul the tie of blood, to warp and weaken the affection that holds them well together.

All was quietness and decorum in the house of prayer.  Every earnest eye was fixed, not upon Mr Fairman, but on the book from which the people prayed, in which they found their own good thoughts portrayed, their pious wishes told, their sorrow and repentance in clearest form described.  Every humble penitent was on his knees.  With one voice, loud and heartfelt, came the responses which spoke the people’s acquiescence in all the pastor urged and prayed on their behalf.  The worship over, Mr Fairman addressed his congregation, selecting his subject from the lesson of the day, and fitting his words to the capacities of those who listened.  Let me particularly note, that whilst the incumbent pointed distinctly to the cross as the only ground of a sinner’s hope, he insisted upon good works as the necessary and essential accompaniment of his faith.  “Do not tell me, my dear friends,” he said, at the conclusion of his address—­“do not tell me that you believe, if your daily life is unworthy a believer.  I will not trust you.  What is your belief, if your heart is busy in contrivances to overreach your neighbour?  What is it, if your mind is filled with envy, malice, hatred, and revenge?  What if you are given over to disgraceful lusts—­to drunkenness and debauchery?  What if you are ashamed to speak the truth, and are willing to become a liar?  I tell you, and I have warrant for what I say, that your conduct one towards another must be straightforward, honest, generous, kind, and affectionate, or you cannot be in a safe and happy state.  You owe it to yourselves to be so; for if you are poor and labouring men, you have an immortal soul within you, and it is your greatest ornament.  It is that which gives the meanest of us a dignity that no earthly honours can supply; a dignity that it becomes the first and last of us by every means to cherish and support.  Is it not, my friends, degrading, fearful to know that we bear about with us the very image of our God, and that we are acting worse than the very brutes of the field?  Do yourselves justice.  Be pure—­pure in mind and body.  Be honest, in word and deed.  Be loving to one another.  Crush every wish to do evil, or to speak harshly; be brothers, and feel that you are working out the wishes of a benevolent and loving Father, who has created you for love, and smiles upon you when you do his bidding.”  There was more to this effect, but nothing need be added to explain the scope and tendency of his discourse.