Promise me you will do what I ask you, and I will die contented.' "'I promised her, ma'am, and I have done it.' "'It is very strange, Lucy,' said I, 'there seems to have been a mysterious reason why she would not clear herself; but it is of no use to try and unravel the mystery.

She has no friends left to care about it; we can only do as she said, leave all to God.' "'Ah ma'am,' said Lucy, 'what shall I do now she is gone?
I have got no friend left; if I could only die too--Lord have mercy upon me.' "'You have still a friend, Lucy,' I said.

'One that well deserves the name of friend.

You must seek Him out, and make a friend of Him.

Jesus Christ is the friend of the poor and desolate.