My spirit rises triumphant, secure of eternal salvation, triumphing in the love of Him who died for me.

Oh, Death, well may I say, where is thy sting?
oh, grave, where is thy victory?
they are passed; heaven is opening.

Oh, bliss unutterable, undying!" He sunk back utterly exhausted, but the expression of his countenance still evinced the internal triumph of his soul.
A faint sound, as of the distant trampling of horses, suddenly came upon the ear.

Nearer, nearer still, and a flush of excitement rose to Herbert's cheek.

"Percy--can it be?
My God, I thank thee for this mercy!" Arthur darted from the room, as the sound appeared rapidly approaching; evidently it was a horse urged to its utmost speed, and it could be none other save Percy.