A far country, under whose waving trees health and strength would be given back to him.

No, dying was not a cold, ugly thing.
"_They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away!_" George closed the book, and leaning wearily back in the chair, drew his hand over his eyes.

"I want you to promise me one thing, John Jay," he said.

"That when I am gone you will think of what I am telling you now, and when the colored people all gather around to see this tired body of mine laid aside, you'll remember Dr.Leonard's coat, and you'll say, 'George has left his behind too.

He isn't here, but he's just on the other side of the toll-gate.' Will you do that, John Jay ?" There was a frightened look in the boy's eyes.