Henry, what book is that you have in your hand?"
"It is the Bible, mother,"
"Oh, no, it cannot be, surely!"
"Why, yes it is--see!"
"And my little boy to treat so roughly the book containing God's holy
word!"
Henry's face grew serious.
"Oh, I forgot!" he said, and went and laid the good book carefully away.
"Try and not forget again, my son. If you treat this book so lightly now,
you may, when you become a man, as lightly esteem its holy truths; and then
you could never live in heaven with the angels. No one goes to heaven who
does not love and reverence the Word of God, which is holy in every jot and
tittle."