The Salem Chapel

His mother drew one of her hands out of his, laid it on his head, and fondly smoothed back his hair. My dear good son! you were always so sensible–I wish you had never left us, she said, with a little groan; and indeed it was a great thought to undertake such a journey; and since I came here, Arthur, I have felt so flurried and strange, that I have not, as you see, even taken off my bonnet; but I think now you’ve come, dear, if you would ring the bell and order up the tea.