"The arm of my God is around me, alike in the cottages of the dying as in the fancied security of Oakwood," she said one day to Herbert, who trembled for her safety, though for himself no fears had ever entered his mind.

"If it is His will that I too should feel His chastening rod, it will find me though I should never leave my home; my trust is in Him.
I go in the humble hope to do His work, and He will not forsake me, Herbert." Herbert trembled for her no more, and an active and judicious assistant did he find her.

For six weeks the disease continued unabated; about that time it began to decline, and hopes were entertained that it was indeed departing.
There was moisture in the eyes of the young minister, as he looked around him one Sabbath evening on the diminished number of his congregation; so many of whom were either clad in mourning, or bore on their countenance the marks of recent suffering, over the last victim the whole family at Oakwood had sincerely mourned, for it was that kind old woman whom we have mentioned more than once as being connected with the affairs we have related.

Nurse Langford had gone to her last home, and both Ellen and Herbert dreaded writing the intelligence to her affectionate son, who was now in Percy's service.

She had been buried only the day previous.