“‘Did I understand you to say that your mother had gone to church?’ I asked of the oldest child.

“‘Yes, ma’am,’ was answered.  ’She’s been every day this week.  There’s a protracted meeting.’

“‘Give me that book!’ screamed a child, at this moment.  Glancing across the room, I saw two of the little ones contending for possession of a large family Bible, which lay upon a small table.  Before I could reach them, for I started forward, from an impulse of the moment, the table was thrown over, the marble top broken, and the cover torn from the sacred volume.”

The face of Mrs. Andrews became instantly of a deep crimson.  Not seeming to notice this, her friend continued.

“As the table fell, it came within an inch of striking another child on the head, who had seated himself on the floor.  Had it done so, a fractured skull, perhaps instant death, would have been the consequence.”

Mrs. Andrews caught her breath, and grew very pale.  The other continued.

“In the midst of the confusion that followed, the father came home.

“‘Where is your mother?’ he asked of one of the children.

“‘Gone to church,’ was replied.

“‘O dear!’ I can hear his voice now, with its tone of hopelessness,—­’This church-going mania is dreadful.  I tell my wife that it is all wrong.  That her best service to God is to bring up her children in the love of what is good and true,—­in filial obedience and fraternal affection.  But it avails not.’

“And now, Mrs. Andrews,” continued the lady, not in the least appearing to notice the distress and confusion of her over-pious friend, whom she had placed upon the rack, “When God comes to make up his jewels, and says to Mrs. Eldridge, and also to this mother who thought more of church-going than of her precious little ones, ‘Where are the children I gave you?’ which do you think will be most likely to answer, ‘Here they are, not one is lost?’”

“Have I not clearly shown you that even church-going may be perverted into an evil?  That piety may attain an inordinate growth, while charity is dead at the root?  Spiritual pride; a vain conceit of superior goodness because of the observance of certain forms and ceremonies, is the error into which too many devout religionists fall.  But God sees not as man seeth.  He looks into the heart, and judges his creatures by the motives that rule them.”

And, as she said this, she arose, the silent and rebuked Mrs. Andrews, whose own picture had been drawn, following her down to the gay drawing rooms.

Many a purer heart than that of the humbled Pharisee beat there beneath the bosoms of happy maidens even though their feet were rising and falling in time to witching melodies.

ROMANCE AND REALITY.

“I met with a most splendid girl last evening,” remarked to his friend a young man, whose fine, intellectual forehead, and clear bright eye, gave indications of more than ordinary mental endowments.