Hamish, when you come
into possession of that house we have been speaking of, and are your
own master?"
"I always intended to think of it, sir, as soon as I could do so,"
returned saucy Hamish. And Ellen ran out of the room.
That same afternoon Arthur Channing was seated at the organ in
pursuance of his duty, when a message came up from the dean. He was
desired to change the selected anthem, taken from the thirty-fifth
Psalm, for another: "O taste, and see, how gracious the Lord is!"
It was not an anthem in the cathedral collection, but one recently
composed and presented to it by a private individual. It consisted of a
treble solo and chorus. Why had the dean specially commanded it for
that afternoon? Very rarely indeed did he change the services after
they were put up. Had he had _Arthur_ in his mind when he decided upon
it? It was impossible to say. Be it as it would, the words found a
strange echo in Arthur's heart, as Bywater's sweet voice rang through
the cathedral. "O taste, and see, how gracious the Lord is, blessed is
the man that trusteth in him. O fear the Lord, ye that are his saints.
for they that fear him lack nothing. The lions do lack, and suffer
hunger: but they who seek the Lord shall want no manner of thing that
is good. The eyes of the Lord are over the righteous: and his ears are
open unto their prayers. Great are the troubles of the righteous; but
the Lord delivereth him out of all.
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