-bye, t in time probably.”

    “Are you going somewhere, helen? Are you going home?”

    “Yes; to my long  home.”

    “No, no, opped, distressed. ried to devour my tears, a fit of coug did not,  hen she whispered—

    “Jane, your little feet are bare; lie do.”

    I did so: s led close to er a long silence, sill whispering—

    “I am very  I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: to grieve about. e all must die one day, and t painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me mucely married, and  miss me. By dying young, I s sufferings. I  qualities or talents to make my inually at fault.”

    “But wo, helen? Can you see? Do you know?”

    “I believe; I o God.”

    “ is God?”

    “My Maker and yours, ly on  till t eventful one arrives o o me.”

    “You are sure, t t our souls can get to it when we die?”

    “I am sure ture state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to  any misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend: I love him; I believe he loves me.”

    “And shall I see you again, helen, when I die?”

    “You o ty, universal Parent, no doubt, dear Jane.”

    Again I questioned, but time only in t. “ region? Does it exist?” And I clasped my arms closer round o me t as if I could not let ly sest tone—

    “able I am! t last fit of cougired me a little; I feel as if I could sleep: but don’t leave me, Jane; I like to have you near me.”

    “I’ll stay ake me way.”

    “Ar