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once, then I go back to the book."

" But you don't go on like that all day, do 3'ou ? " said

" I generally go on till I'm hungry, and then I go out for
something to cat. My landlady won't get me any dinner. Then
I come back and begin again."

"Will you let me teach you to read music ?" said Mary,
more and more delighted with him, and desirous of contribut-
ing to his growth — the one great service of the universe.

"If you w^ould, miss, perhaps then I might be able to learn.
You see, I never was like other people. Mother was the only
one that didn't take me for an innocent. She used to talk
big things about me, and the rest used to laugh at her. She


gave me her large Testament when she was dying, but, if it
hadn't been for Ann, I should never liave been able to read it
well enough to understand it. And now Ann tells me I'm a
heathen and worship my fiddle, because I don't go to chapel
with her ; but it do seem such a waste of good time. I'll go to
church, though, miss, if you tell me it's the right thing to do ;
only it's hard to work all tlie week, and be weary all the Sun-
day. I should only be longing for my fiddle all the time. You
don't think, miss, that a great person like God cares whether
we pray to liim in a room or in a church ? "

"No, I don't," answered Mary. *' For my own part, I liml
I can pray best at home."

"So can I," said Joseph, with solemn fervor. "Indeed,
miss, I can't i)ray at all sometimes till I get my iiddle under
my cliin, and then it says the prayers for me till I grow able to
])ray myself. And sometimes, when I seem to have got to the
outside of prayer, and my soul is liungrier than ever, only I
can't tell wliat I want, all at once I'm at my fiddle again, and
it's praying for me. And then sometimes it seems a.s if I lost
myself altogether, and God took me, for I'm nowhere and
everywhere all at once.''

Mary thought of the "groanings that can not bi' uttered."
Perhaps that is just what music is meant for — to say tlie
things that have no sha})0, tlierefore can have n

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