"I must do my Master's work as long as He gives me strength to do it.

Oh, Elizabeth, they are all there--all but Theo and I--David's mother, and Alice, and Magdalene, and our little Felicia, and now David has joined them in that heavenly mansion." "But you will go too, dear, when the Master says, 'Go up higher,'" whispered Elizabeth.
Then the slow tears of age gathered in Mr.Carlyon's eyes.

"Yes--yes, I know it; but the flesh is weak, Elizabeth.

Pray for me that I may have patience;" and then he rested his gray head against her as she knelt beside him, as though the burden of that sorrow were too heavy for him to bear.
Malcolm was in the churchyard that sunshiny April day when they buried David in the tranquil spot that he had chosen for his last resting-place.

Not only the people of Rotherwood, but friends from Staplegrove and Earlsfield, and from the villages for miles round, were gathered there--for the young clergyman had been much beloved.