You see it has made me think how good God must be,--because, dear, we know that he is better than the best of us." "O Lillie, Lillie!" said John, leaning over her, and taking her in his arms, "do live, I want you to live.

Don't leave me now, now that you really love me!" "Oh, no, John! it is best as it is,--I think I should not have strength to be _very_ good, if I were to get well; and you would still have your little cross to carry.

No, dear, it is all right.

And, John, you will have the best of me in our Lillie.

She looks like me: but, John, she has your good heart; and she will be more to you than I could be.