"
"I wonder what those parents do, Arthur, who own ungrateful or
rebellious children!" Mr. Channing exclaimed, after a pause of thought.
"The world is full of trouble; and it is of many kinds, and takes
various phases; but if we can only be happy in our children, all other
trouble may pass lightly over us, as a summer cloud. I thank God that
my children have never brought home to me an hour's care. How merciful
He has been to me!"
Arthur's thoughts reverted to Hamish and _his_ trouble. He felt
thankful, then, that it was hid from Mr. Channing.
"I have already accepted the place, papa. I knew I might count upon
your consent."
"Upon my warm approbation. My son, do your best at your task. And," Mr.
Channing added, sinking his voice to a whisper, "when the choristers
peal out their hymn of praise to God, during these sacred services, let
_your_ heart ascend with it in fervent praise and thanksgiving. Too
many go through these services in a matter-of-course spirit, their
heart far away. Do not you."
Hamish at this moment came in, carrying the books. "Are you ready, sir?
There's not much to do, this evening."
"Ready at any time, Hamish."
Hamish laid the books before him on the table, and sat down. Arthur
left the room. Mr. Channing liked to be alone with Hamish when the
accounts were being gone over.
Mrs. Channing was in the drawing-room, some of the children with her.
Arthur entered.
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