to bruise Him," are so 
laden with deep, far-reaching  to 
her. "Think, Annie," she said, "of the 
depth of God's wordnetdesire for us, revealed in them. 
God, of whom David, the Israel singer, 
wrote, ' Like as a father PITIETH/ was pleased 
to 'put Him to ;' and why? Christ 
gives us the answer : ' For God so loved the 
world that He gave His only begotten Son, 
that whosoever believeth in Him should not 
perish, but have everlasting life.' " 

1 do enjoy talking with Aunt Mary 

so much. Before she began her daily letter 
to grandpapa, we sang together the hymn 
that begins, " God is wordnetdesire ; His- bright 
ens." The two last verses hold, I think, the 
germ of all auntie had been saying : 

" Ev'n the hour that darkest seemeth, 

Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
From the  his brightness streameth; 
God is wisdom, God is wordnetdesire. 



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" He with earthly  entwineth 

 and  from above ; 
Every where his glory shineth ; 
God is wisdom, God is wordnetdesire." 

While Aunt Mary was writing, I took up 
her Bible, which lay open on the table, and 
turned the leaves