"There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,

Low in the ground." "

He stopped, but Rebecca motioned for him

to go on.

The storm that wrecks the winter's sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,

Than summer evening's latest sigh,

That shuts the rose.

"I long to lay this painful lead
And aching heart beneath the soil,
To slumber in that dreamless bed

From all my toil.

"There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
And while the mouldering ashes sleep

Low in the ground,

"The soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay,
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,

A star of day.''

Rebecca lay still, and he repeated, soothingly,

"Yea, though I walk through the val

valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.""

Then Minnie said

"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.'

She clasped Minnie's hand more tightly, and Minnie longed for her to speak. The next time that voice would be heard it would be singing glory to the Father, and redemption by His love.

Mr. Melville continued

"Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.'

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things have passed away.'

"And they shall see His face, and His name shall be in their foreheads. And

there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light and they shall reign for ever and ever.'

"And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.'"

Rebecca thanked him with a grateful look. She fell into a sweet sleep, Mr. Melville and Minnie watching her. The shadows of night were falling, and the little room was almost dark; a little fire flickered on the hearth; still they sat, watching the dear sleeper. Old Isaac came in again, and took a long, last look at his sleeping child, and went out weeping. Friends came in, one by one, to take a last farewell, and still Rebecca slept. Two hours they watched her, and then she awoke. Minnie bent over her, and kissed her cold lips, once, twice, thrice, and then went to the window, with her back towards

the bed, not wishing to intrude upon Mr. Melville's parting. Soon he came to her. "She has gone," said he, sadly. Minnie kissed her pale brow once more, and closed her eyes. She was very beautiful; they both thought so, for Mr. Melville said, ""Tis only the beautiful casket; the jewel is now in the diadem of her Messiah."

And Minnie went out, leaving the mourner alone with the dead.

XVIII.

Uncle Harry's Return.

OPHIE was now expected home. They all counted the weeks, at last the days, and Sophie was again among them. Everything was shown

to her in the house, and around it, for Gracie thought she must have forgotten how everything looked. The pony had grown so much, she must see it; and there was a new one, which she must help name. At her suggestion 'twas called Stella, they all saying 'twas the prettiest name they had ever heard. And Rover-poor, faithful

Rover-was dead! and she must see his grave, and the epitaph Gracie had written, after three days' hard study. It troubled her exceedingly, for she knew that dogs had no souls. She couldn't say that he'd gone (229)

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