we ain't a-tried very much to better our position. Some o' yer 'as spent in drink what yer might a-saved, an' if yer 'ad a-done so, an' 'ad spent yer evenin's improvin' yer mind an' gettin' some lamin', ye might ha' been better off. I might, I see it now qoite clear; bat as I said at the fust, we 's 'ad hold o' life by the wrong end. An' I wants us all to begin afresh."
"But how is we to do it, Joe?" said several voices.
"Well, let's begin by axin' the Lord for pardon for all the past, an' for strength to do better for the future."
And Joe got down upon his knees at once and began to pray, and while he pleaded the promises, it seemed to him as if the little room became full of the presence of the Most High. All his hesitancy of speech vanished. It seemed to him as if he had got hold of the very hand of God, and he cried out, "I will not let Thee go until Thou bless me." Promise after promise crowded into his mind with more rapidity than he could utter them; until at length, overcome by his feelings, he cried out, "I canna doubt, I canna doubt no more!" then he hid his face in his hands, and there was silence throughout the room.
When he rose from his knees his face fairly shone with joy, and the men looked wonderingly at him and at each other. Just then there was a knock at the little kitchen door, and Joe's wife came in to say that she was waiting to bring in the tea.
"Right thee are, lass," said Joe. "I'd nearly forgotten the tea; bring it away as fast as thee likes."
