A sweet tranquillity prevailed while I read it.

Each minute that was spent in this funereal chamber seemed to be valuable.

I made a few observations on the chapter, and connected them with the case of our departed sister.
"I am but a poor soldier," said our military friend, "and have nothing of this world's goods beyond my daily subsistence; but I would not exchange my hope of salvation in the next world for all that this world could bestow without it.

What is wealth without grace?
Blessed be God! as I march about from one quarter to another, I still find the Lord wherever I go; and, thanks be to his holy name, He is here to-day in the midst of this company of the living and the dead.

I feel that it is good to be here." Some other persons present began to take a part in our conversation, in the course of which the life and experience of the Dairyman's daughter were brought forward in a very interesting manner.