BY WAY OF REMINISCENCE.
This is a bright sunny Sunday afternoon. Prompted to call upon our Leader in her study, where I knew she would be at this hour, and, probably disengaged, I went and found her just finishing some writing: putting up her pen, she As Written: ahe greeted me cordially. I offered her some pansies which I had picked, the first of the season from her own bed in the yard; but after admiring them and expressing her delight with them, she urged me to put them into my own buttonholeAs Written:button hole, I, however, left them for her, and as I laid them down she began talking: soon our conversation turned to the subject of the memory, whereupon she related to me this interesting incident of her childhood As Written: child-hood life.
"When I was a little girl I could remember whatever I read, never forgot anything, used to be the prompter for the entire family, my father and all of them. We had a chore boy, a good fellow, but one who had had no advantages of books, or schooling, so I used to read the Bible to him, a chapter at a time, and then repeat it to him. I wanted him to go to Sunday School, and my father did too, but he was bashful about it because he could not recite Bible verses as the others did, I adopted this plan, but he would forget it as soon as I had recited it to him, so I hit upon the plan of reading it aloud, and then closing the book, I would rehearse it to him, and then he could remember and did recite it himself in Sunday School.
The way I should teach a child to learn the Bible would be to teach her to love it, and then she would go to the Bible to read for her own entertainment. I would also tell her the Bible in story fashion, it will stick to the memory in that way, and she will become interested to look it up for herself. I would preferably confine myself to the New Testament for a child, but the Old is good too."