The bloom and flush have left her careworn face.

Tears from her eyes long used to weeping have blenched the coloring of her life existence, and she is passing through life with the shadow of the grave upon her desolate heart.
Joe Gough has been true to his pledge, plenty and comfort have taken the place of poverty and pain.

He continued his membership with the church of his choice and Mary is also striving to live a new life, and to be the ministering angel that keeps his steps, and he feels that in answer to prayer, his appetite for strong drink has been taken away.
Life with Mrs.Clifford has become a thing of brightness and beauty, and when children sprang up in her path making gladness and sunshine around her home, she was a wife and tender mother, fond but not foolish; firm in her household government, but not stern and unsympathising in her manner.

The faithful friend and companion of her daughters, she won their confidence by her loving care and tender caution.

She taught them to come to her in their hours of perplexity and trial and to keep no secrets from her sympathising heart.