"A sweet woman," the stranger said to himself, "but surely nature never meant her for a preacher."
Perhaps he was one of those who think that nature has theatrical properties, and, with the considerate view of facilitating art and psychology, "makes up" her characters, so that there may be no mistake about them. But Dinah began to speak.
"Dear friends," she said, in a clear but not loud voice, "let us pray for a blessing."
She closed her eyes, and hanging her head down a little, continued in the same moderate tone, as if speaking to some one quite near her:—
"Saviour of sinners! when a poor woman, laden with sins, went out to the well to draw water, she found Thee sitting at the well She knew Thee not; she had not sought Thee; her mind was dark; her life was unholy. But Thou didst speak to her. Thou didst teach her. Thou didst show her that her life lay open before Thee, and yet Thou wast ready to give her that blessing which she had never sought. Jesus! Thou art in the midst of us, and Thou knowest all men: if there is any here like that poor woman—if their minds are dark, their lives unholy—if they have come out not seeking Thee, not desiring to be taught; deal with them accord-
