Aunt Abby seeing him approach the dwelling, knew at once the object of his visit, and followed him to the parlor, unasked by Mrs.B! What a daring affront! The good man dispensed the consolations, of which he was steward, to the apparently grief-smitten mother, who talked like one schooled in a heavenly atmosphere.

Such resignation expressed, as might have graced the trial of the holiest.

Susan, like a mute sufferer, bared her soul to his sympathy and godly counsel, but only replied to his questions in short syllables.

When he offered prayer, Frado stole to the door that she might hear of the heavenly bliss of one who was her friend on earth.

The prayer caused profuse weeping, as any tender reminder of the heaven-born was sure to.