They were such as to keep him wakeful.
The Bible which had been placed upon his table, by the considerate
providence of his hostess, lay there unopened; though, more than
once, he lifted the cover of the sacred volume, letting it fall again
suddenly, as if with a shrinking consciousness that such thoughts
as at that moment filled his mind were scarcely consistent with
the employment, in any degree, of such a companion. Finally, he
undressed and went to bed. The hour had become very late.
"Good young man," muttered worthy Mrs. Hinkley to her drowsy
spouse, in the apartment below, as she heard the movements of her
guest-"good young man, he's just now going to bed. He's been studying
all this while. I reckon Brother Cross has been sound this hour."
The light from Stevens's window glimmered out over the cabbage-garden,
and was seen by many an ancient dame as she prepared for her own
slumbers.
"Good young man," said they all with one accord. "I reckon he's
at the Bible now. Oh! he'll be a blessed laborer in the vineyard,
I promise you, when Brother Cross is taken.
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