owered now—but when I took my bible I could get no comfort of it at all. That very chapter 'at you've just been reading troubled me as much as ought—"He that loveth not, knoweth not God.' It seemed fearsome to me; for I felt that I loved neither God nor man as I should do, and could not, if I tried ever so. And th' chapter afore, where it says "He that is born of God cannot commit sin.' And another place where it says "Love is the fulfilling of the Law." And many—many others Miss; I should fair weary you out, if I was to tell them all.—But all seemed to condemn me, and to shew me 'at I was not in the right way; and as I knew not how to get into it, I sent our Bill to beg Maister Hatfield to be as kind as look in on me some day; and and when he came, I tolled him all my troubles."
"And what did he say Nancy?"
"Why Miss, he liked seemed to scorn me. I might be mista'en—but he like gave a sort of a whistle, and I saw a bit of a smile on his face; and he said, 'Oh it's all stuff! You've been among the Methodists my good woman.' But I telled him I'd never been near the Methodies. And then he said,
