Raise me up a little," she added, "till I take a last look at them before I go." He did so, and after casting her languid eyes mournfully over the wretched sleepers, she added: "Well, God is good, but this is a bitther sight for a mother's heart.

Jemmy," she proceeded, "I won't be long by myself in heaven; some of them will be with me soon--an' oh, what a joyful meeting will that be.

But it's you I feel for most--it's you I'm loath to lave, light of my heart.

Howsomever, God's will be done still.

He sees we can't live here, an' He's takin' us to himself.