He recognized her when restored to consciousness, and her presence was as balm to his wounds.

He smiled faintly, took her hand in his, stroked it tenderly, looked wistfully into her face, and said, "Miss Iola, I ain't long fer dis! I'se 'most home!" "Oh, no," said Iola, "I hope that you will soon get over this trouble, and live many long and happy days." "No, Miss Iola, it's all ober wid me.

I'se gwine to glory; gwine to glory; gwine to ring dem charmin' bells.

Tell all de boys to meet me in heben; dat dey mus' 'list in de hebenly war." "O, Mr.Tom," said Iola, tenderly, "do not talk of leaving me.

You are the best friend I have had since I was torn from my mother.