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 Rh self, wishing to gratify simply my own whims and vanities—how to drink tea in a warm, comfortable room all by myself, instead of inviting others to share it with me. I do not forget myself, but generally fail to remember the needs of others. And who was the guest? The Lord himself! If he had come to me would I have received him in the same manner?"

At this point Martin leaned both his elbows on the table, quite unconscious of how rapidly sleep was overtaking him. Suddenly a sharp cry of "Martin!" roused him from his slumbers, and instantly jumping to his feet he cried out, "Who is here?"

Martin turned around quickly and looked at the door, but no one was to be seen. He again seated himself at the table and was soon fast asleep, when he was once more startled by the words:

"Martin! Ah, Martin! Look to-morrow on the street. I will come."

Martin awoke, and rubbing his eyes he arose