I am vile; but His blood cleanseth from all sin; and He has washed me in it and made me mete for the inheritance of the saints in light." "Dear sister," said the old elder, taking her hand in a last farewell, "good-bye for a short season; 'twill not be long till we meet before the throne.

Do not fear to cross the river, for He will be with you, and will not let you sink." "No; the everlasting arms are underneath and around me, and He will never leave nor forsake." "'Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints,'" said the pastor, taking the feeble hand in his turn.

"Fear not; you shall be more than conqueror through Him that loved us." "Yes, the battle is fought, the victory is won; and I hear Him saying to me, 'Come up hither.' Oh! I shall be there very soon--a sinner saved by grace." The pastor and elder withdrew, Mr.Travilla going with them to the door.
Elsie brought a cordial and held it to her mother's lips, Mr.Dinsmore gently raising her head.

"Thank you both," she said, with the courtesy for which she had ever been distinguished.

Then, as Mr.Dinsmore settled her more comfortably on her pillows, and Elsie set aside the empty cup, "Horace, my friend, farewell till we meet in a better land.