THE ADVICE OF AUNT LUCY One day Aunt Lucy, missing Quarterly Meeting, and eke bethinking herself of some of those aches and pains of body and forebodings of mind with which the negro is never unprovided, became mournful in her melody, and went to bed sighing and disconsolate.

Mary Ellen heard her voice uplifted long and urgently, and suspecting the cause, at length went to her door.
"What is it, Aunt Lucy ?" she asked kindly.
"Nothin', mam; I jess rasslin' wit ther throne o' Grace er l'il bit.

I don't wan' to 'sturb you-all." "We don't want to disturb you, either, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen gently.
"Thass hit, Miss Ma'y Ellen, thass _hit_! It ain't fitten fer a ole nigger 'ooman to be prayin' erroun' whah white folks is.

You kain't seem to let out good an' free; 'n ef I kain't let out good an' free, 'pears like I don't git no hol' on salvation.

We all po' weak sinners, Miss Ma'y Ellen." "Yes, I know, Lucy." "An' does you know, Miss Ma'y Ellen, I sorter gits skeered sometimes, out yer, fer fear mer supplercashuns ain't goin' take holt o' heaven jess right.