The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

220 The Gates Ajas.
It will be a peaceful day for me if I can ever
quite agree with your methods of reasoning.
But I must think these things over. I thank
you once more for coming. Your sympathy
is grateful to me."
Just as she closed the door he called her
back.
"See," he said, with a saddened smile. "At
least I shall never preach this again. It seems
to me that life is always undoing for us something that we have just laboriously done."
He held up before her a mass of old blue
manuscript, and threw it, as he spoke, upon
the embers left in his grate. It smoked and
blazed up and burned out.
It was that sermon on heaven of which
there is an abstract in this journal.
o2th.
Aunt Winifred hired Mr. Tripp's gray this
afternoon, and drove to East Homer on some
unexplained errand. She did not invite me to
go with her, and Faith, though she teased impressively, was left at home. Her mother was
gone till late, - so late that I had begun to be
anxious about her, and heard through the
dark the first sound of the buggy wheels, with