God prosper you, my brother, in your cause, and keep you from danger beneath the shelter of his holy arm. If you err, my brother, I know that you err humanly, and may Heaven be indulgent to all our errors."
She motioned to Katharine Walton, and pointed to the Bible upon the table. Katharine opened it, and prepared to read. The company was instantly hushed. A lesson from the Psalms formed the exercise for the night. Sweetly, softly, unaffectedly, yet very clearly, the tones of Katharine's voice rose, and filled the apartment, while she gave due effect to the earnest lyrics of the inspired psalmist. At the close, the brief sentence, so soft, so solemn—"Let us pray!"—from the same sweet speaker, brought the whole family in silence to their knees. And the humble prayer was offered up, from sweet lips and a gentle spirit, in behalf of the wild and erring.
Yielding a kiss to the fond pressure of her brother's lips, Emily Singleton was assisted to her chamber on the arms of her lovely cousin.
