No;--there had been no strife with the heavenly messenger.

As a child falls asleep in its mother's arms, so fell Mrs.Montgomery asleep in the arms of an angel--tranquil, peaceful, happy.

I say happy--for in lapsing away into that mortal sleep, of which our natural sleep is but an image, shall the world-weary who have in trial and suffering grown heavenly minded, sink into unconsciousness with less of tranquil delight than the babe pillowed against its mother's bosom?
I think not.
As I gazed upon her dead face, where the parting soul had left its sign of peace, I prayed that, when I passed from my labors, there might be as few stains of earth upon my garments.
"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, Yea, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." I found myself repeating these holy words, as I stood looking at the white, shrunken features of the departed.
It was not until the next day that I saw Blanche.

But Constance was with her immediately after the sad news jarred upon her sympathizing heart.
"How did you leave her ?" was my anxious query, on meeting my wife at home.
"Calm," was the brief answer.
How much the word included! "Did you talk with her ?" "Not a great deal; she did not seem inclined to talk, like some who seek relief through expression.

I found her alone in the room next to the one in which the body of her mother was lying.