dnight, by reading the Scriptures, and prayer, and general
conversation about heavenly things, and more especially the precious
promises of Jesus concerning the many mansions, I remember reading 2
Corinthians, v. 1: "We know that if our earthly house of this
tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, a house not made
with hands, eternal in the heavens."

About midnight she became perfectly resigned to the will of God, and
felt that life, even amid affliction, is the gift of God, and is a
valuable endowment.

In this she was like Christ, "For me to live is Christ," seemed to be
her motto to the last. I left the house about two in the morning. I
called again between eight and nine A.M., the same day, after her
husband's death, to see how she was bearing her trouble. But oh, how
changed! Her tears were all dried; and as she sat by the bedside where
her husband suffered his last illness, her countenance wore an
expression of perfect peace and Christian fortitude. Like her Saviour
amid the hoary olives of Gethsemane, she could tranquilly exclaim:
"Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done!"

The first words she uttered when I entered the room were: "My dear
husband has gone to glory." These words were uttered very quietly, and
very solemnly. Ah, little did she think that in just one week and two
hours from that time, she also was to pass away from earth to heaven,
"To see the King in his beauty, and be forever with the Lord."

The Saturday night after her husband's death, she went to the store for
some groceries. It was the usual custom for her husband, when he would
hear the door open, to go down-stairs and carry the basket up for her;
she remarked, when she returned home and experienced his absence for
the first time, "No Papa to come and carry up the basket to-night!" How
quickly she remembered this little act of courtesy and kindness on his
part. "He that is faithful in that which is least, is faithful in
much." Gratitude to God and one another for little deeds of kindness is
well-pleasing in His sight.

She fed the hungry and clothed the naked; many a loaf of bread she
carried with her own hands to the necessitous. Many a poor, crying,
shivering, half-clad child was comfortably clothed through her
instrumentality: "He that honoreth Him hath mercy on the poor."--Prov.
xiv. 31. "The poor always ye have with you; but me ye have not always."
Shall the Christian's remembrance of these words be overlooked in