New Hampshire Statesman

Feasting on God's Word.

"Where have you been reading this morning, uncle?" "Well, Sandy," said the old man, "I have been getting a wonderful feast yesterday and the day out of the last two verses of the eighth of Romans."

"And you have not read any more than these two verses in two days?" asked Smith, with a little surprise. "Oh, surely, surely, sir," said my uncle, "I hae been delving owre a middlin' breadth o' surface elsewhere, but I hae been tryin' to sink a mine door here. And I'm no doon at the big nuggets yet. You see, sir, that I do wi' these verses as I do wi' a dryness in the throat that sets me hoastin', and Mary whiles makes me a lot o' plums. She noo and then puts ane of them into her mouth, but she gies it just a chew or two and ower wi' it, while I lay mine in my cheek and let it be and melt, and do me good for half a day. And mony a ane does the same wi' the Bible. They gallop oyer a chapter and its dune, but nae sic waistre for me. I like to tak' a sweet and sappie bit—a verse or a word may be—and to let it lie in my cheek and melt, and fill my soul wi' its sweetness, for a day or a week, or a month at a time. Did you ever try this way of feastin' on God's Word, sir?"