Do you not think she is, sir ?" "After what I have known, and seen, and heard," I replied, "I feel the fullest assurance that while her body remains here, the soul is with her Saviour in Paradise.

She loved Him _here_, and _there_ she enjoys the pleasures which are at his right hand for evermore." "Mercy, mercy upon a poor old creature, almost broken down with age and grief! What shall I do?
Betsy's gone! My daughter's dead! O, my child! I shall never see thee more! God be merciful to me a sinner!"-- sobbed out the poor mother.
"That last prayer, my dear, good woman," said I, "will bring you and your child together again.

It is a cry that has brought thousands to glory.
It brought your daughter there, and I hope it will bring you thither likewise.

God will in nowise cast out any that come to Him." "My dear," said the Dairyman, breaking the long silence he had maintained, "let us trust God with our child; and let us trust Him with our ownselves.

'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord!' We are old, and can have but a little further to travel in our journey, and then--" he could say no more.
The soldier, mentioned in my last paper, reached a Bible into my hand, and said--"Perhaps, sir, you would not object to reading a chapter before we go to the church ?" I did so; it was the fourteenth of the Book of Job.