ive in daily, hourly longing expectation of the call."

"And yet you are not weary of life? you are happy here, are you not,
dear Aunt Wealthy?" asked Mrs. Keith.

"Yes, Marcia; I am happy among my kind relatives and friends; and
entirely willing to stay till the Master sees fit to call me home, for I
know that His will is always best. Oh, the sweet peace and joy of
trusting in Him and leaving all to His care and direction! Who that has
experienced it could ever again want to choose for him or herself?"

"And you have been long in His service, Aunt Wealthy?" Mr. Dinsmore
said, half in assertion, half inquiringly.

"Since I was ten years old, Horace; and that is ninety years; and let me
bear testimony now, before you all, that I have ever found Him faithful
to His promises, and His service growing constantly sweeter and sweeter.
And so it shall be to all eternity. 'My soul doth magnify the Lord, and
my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.'"

Then turning to Mrs. Keith, "How is it with you, Marcia?" she asked;
"you have attained to your four-score years, and have been in the
service since early childhood. What have you to say for your Master
now?"

"Just what you have said, dear aunt; never have I had cause to repent of
choosing His service; it has been a blessed service to me, full of joy
and consolation--joy that even abounds more and more as I draw nearer
and nearer to my journey's end.

"I know it is the same with my husband," she added, giving him a look
of wifely affection; "and I doubt not with my cousins--Horace, Rose,
Elsie--with all here present who have had experience as soldiers and
servants of Jesus Christ."

"In that you are entirely right, Marcia," responded Mr. Dinsmore; "I can
speak for myself, my wife, and daughter."

Both ladies gave an unqualified confirmation of his words, while their
happy countenances testified to the truth of the assertion.

"And, Milly dear, you and your husband, your brothers and sisters, can
all say the same," remarked Miss Stanhope, laying her withered hand
affectionately upon Mrs. Landreth's arm as she sat in a low seat by her
side.

"We can indeed," Mildred said, with feeling. "What blessed people we
are! all knowing and loving the dear Master, and looking forward to an
eternity of bliss together at His right hand."

The interview between the aged saint and her long-absent relatives was
continued for a few moments more; then she dismissed them, with the
rema