it by.”  “I can,” says John Owen, “and I do, commend moral virtues and honesty as much as any man ought to do, and I am sure there is no grace where they are not.  Yet to make anything to be our holiness that is not derived from Jesus Christ,—­I know not what I do more abhor.”  “Are morally honest and sober men qualified for the Lord’s Supper?” asks John Flavel.  “No; civility and morality do not make a man a worthy communicant.  They are not the wedding garment; but regenerating grace and faith in the smallest measure are.”  “My outside may be honest,” said this honest old pilgrim, “while all the time my heart is most unholy.  My life is open to all men, but I must hide my heart with Christ in God.”

4.  And then this racy-hearted old bachelor was as full of delight in children, and in children’s parties, with all their sweetmeats and nuts and games and riddles,—­quite as much so—­as if he had been their very grandfather himself.  Nay, this rosy-hearted old rogue was as inveterate a matchmaker as if he had been a mother of the world with a houseful of daughters on her hands and with the sons of the nobility dangling around.  It would make you wish you could kiss the two dear old souls, Gaius the innkeeper and Old Honest his guest, if you would only read how they laid their grey heads together to help forward the love-making of Matthew and Mercy.  Yes, it would be a great pity, said Old Honest,—­thinking with a sigh of his own childless old age,—­it would be a great pity if this excellent family of our sainted brother should fail for want of children, and die out like mine.  And the two old plotters went together to the mother of the bridegroom, and told her with an aspect of authority that she must put no obstacle in her son’s way, but take Mercy as soon as convenient into a closer relation to herself.  And Gaius said that he for his part would give the marriage supper.  And I shall make no will, said Honest, but hand all I have over to Matthew my son.  This is the way, said Old Honest; and he skipped and smiled and kissed the cheek of the aged mother and said, Then thy two children shall preserve thee and thy husband a posterity in the earth!  Then he turned to the boys and he said, Matthew, be thou like Matthew the publican, not in vice, but in virtue.  Samuel, he said, be thou like Samuel the prophet, a man of faith and of prayer.  Joseph, said he, be thou like Joseph in Potiphar’s house, chaste, and one that flees from temptation.  And James, be thou like James the Just, and like James the brother of our Lord.  Mercy, he said, is thy name, and by mercy shalt thou be sustained and carried through all thy difficulties that shall assault thee in the way, till thou shalt come thither where thou shalt look the Fountain of Mercy in the face with comfort.  And all this while the guide, Mr. Greatheart, was very much pleased, and smiled upon the nimble old gentleman.