Oh, may peace be my portion the few days I have to live, and when death comes, be thou with me, my God, to comfort and take me soon to my home above." She sank back in very weariness.

"Oh, Frank, how could you so mistake me ?--you whom I have loved so long, how could you believe I loved another ?" * * * * * In the clear sunny light of morning, how cheerful all things looked; and to a heart at peace with God, nature seemed rejoicing.

The deep blue vault arching inimitably above--the musical murmuring of the creek, as it rushed along its rocky bed--the mosquit, bent and glittering with its frosty mantle, blended with the blazing camp-fire and the busy hum of preparation for the day, stole pleasingly into the heart.

All the party, save Mary, stood about the fire, warming their fingers and chatting on the various occurrences of their long journey.
All paused to welcome the invalid, as she joined them with a slow, feeble step; yet she looked better than she had done since leaving her home.

Restlessly she had tossed on her hard couch, and now the hectic flush mantled the thin cheek and brightened the deep blue eyes.