rest,
Far away to heaven hath flown.

Long, long, will they miss thee, Lizzie,
Long, long days for thee they'll weep;
And through many nights of sorrow
Memory will her vigils keep.

In the chapter just finished we casually mentioned that Lizzie,
instead of growing stronger, had drooped day by day, until to all save
the fond hearts which watched her, she seemed surely passing away. But
they to whom her presence was as sunlight to the flowers, shut their
eyes to the dreadful truth, refusing to believe that she was leaving
them. Oftentimes during the long winter nights would Mr. Dayton steal
softly to her chamber, and kneeling by her bedside gaze in mute
anguish upon the wasted face of his darling. And when from her
transparent brow and marble cheek he wiped the deadly night sweats, a
chill, colder far than the chill of death, crept over his heart, and
burying his face in his hands he would cry, "Oh, Father, let this cup
pass from me!"

As spring approached she seemed better, and the father's heart grew
stronger, and Lucy's step was lighter, and grandma's words more
cheerful, as hope whispered, "she will live." But when the snow was
melted from off the hillside, and over the earth the warm spring sun
was shining, when the buds began to swell and the trees to put forth
their young leaves, there came over her a change so fearful that with
one bitter cry of sorrow hope fled forever; and again, in the lonely
night season, the weeping father knelt and asked for strength to bear
it when his best-loved child was gone.

"Poor Harry!" said Lizzie one day to Anna, who was sitting by her,
"Poor Harry, if I could see him again; but I never shall."

"Perhaps you will," answered Anna. "I wrote, to him three weeks ago,
telling him to come quickly."

"Then he will," said Lizzie, "but if I should be dead when he comes,
tell him how I loved him to the last, and that the thought of leaving
him was the sharpest pang I suffered."

There were tears in Anna's eyes as she kissed the cheek of the sick
girl, and promised to do her bidding. After a moment's pause Lizzie
added, "I am afraid Harry is not a Christian, and you must promise not
to leave him until he has a well-founded hope that again in heaven I
shall see him."

Anna promised all, and then as Lizzie seemed exhausted she left her
and returned home. One week from that day she stood once more in
Lizzie's sick-room, listening for the last time to the t