s he
comforted the child, and then once more he prayed with him, and Christie
went away with a lighter heart. But he could not help thinking of the
last Sunday evening, when he had hastened home to tell Treffy about the
third verse of the hymn.

There was no one to-night to whom Christie could tell what he had heard.
He waited a minute outside the attic door, as if he was almost afraid to
go in, but it was only for a minute, and when he walked in all fear
passed away.

The sun was setting, and some rays of glory were falling on old Treffy's
face as he lay on the bed. They seemed to Christie as if they came
straight from the golden city, there was something so bright and so
unearthly about them. And Christie fancied that Treffy smiled as he lay
on the bed. It might be fancy, but he liked to think it was so.

And then he went to the attic window and looked out. He almost saw the
golden city, far away amongst those wondrous, bright clouds. It was a
strange, glad thought, to think that Treffy was there. What a change for
him from the dark attic! Oh, how bright heaven would seem to his old
master!

Christie would have given any thing just to see for one minute what
Treffy was doing. "I wonder if he will tell Jesus about me, and how I
want to come home," said Christie to himself.

And as the sunset faded away and the light grew less and less, Christie
knelt down in the twilight, and said from the bottom of his heart,--

"O Lord, please make me patient, and please some day take me to live
with Thee and old Treffy, in 'Home, sweet Home.'"

CHAPTER XI.

ALONE IN THE WORLD.

Little Christie was the only mourner who followed old Treffy to the
grave. It was a poor parish funeral. Treffy's body was put into a parish
coffin, and carried to the grave in a parish hearse. But, oh! it did not
matter, for Treffy was at home in "Home, sweet Home;" all his sorrows
and troubles were over, his poverty was at an end, and in "the Father's
house" he was being well cared for.

But the man who drove the hearse was not inclined to lose time upon the
road, and Christie had to walk very quickly, and sometimes almost to
run, to keep up with him; and on their way they passed another and a
very different funeral. It was going very slowly indeed. There was a
large hearse in front, and six funeral carriages filled with people
followed. And as Christie passed close by them in the middle of the road
he could see that the mourners within