She's got a pleasant voice, hasn't she, sir?
'And while I feel my heart-strings break, How sweet the moments roll! A mortal paleness on my cheek And glory in my soul.' "Oh! master, its sweet for me to die, for Jesus is my friend; he makes all about me friends too, for it seems to me that you and Miss Janet, and all of you are my friends.

Poor Bacchus! he takes on sadly about me; he always was a tender-hearted soul.

Master, when I am gone, I know you will be good to him and comfort him, but, please sir, do something else.

Talk to him, and pray for him, and read the blessed Book to him! Oh! if he would only give up liquor! I trust in the Lord he will live and die a sober man, else I know we'll never meet again.

We won't be on the same side at the Judgment Seat.