I had hoped that, ere I departed, I might have seen the dawn of happiness for you; but I see, I feel now that cannot be.

My own Ellen, I need not tell you the comfort, the blessed comfort of prayer." For a few minutes there was silence.

Ellen had clasped the hand of Mary, and turned aside her head to conceal the tears that slowly stole down her cheek.

The entrance of Emmeline was a relief to both, and Ellen left the room; and when she returned, even to Mary's awakened eyes, there were no traces of agitation.

Each week produced a visible change in Mary; she became weaker and weaker, but her mind retained its energy, and often her sorrowing friends feared she would pass from the detaining grasp of love, ere they were aware of the actual moment of her departure.