dom of the children that he loves; thou
art black, yet will thy soul be washed white in the blood of the Lamb; thou
art poor, yet shalt thou be made rich through Him who, when on earth, was
poor indeed. Jesus, forgive me! I murmured that I still was obliged to
linger. Oh! make me the honored instrument of good to this child, and when
thou callest me hence, how gladly will I obey the summons.

"Lydia," she said, "the Son of God died for us all, for you and for me, but
he was then in the form of man. He died that we might live; he never will
die again. He rose from the dead, and is in heaven, at the right hand of
God. He loves you, because you think about him."

"He don't love me like he do Miss Alice, 'kase she's so white," said Lydia.

"He loves all who love him," said Miss Janet, "whether they are black or
white. Be a good child, and he will surely love you. Be kind and obliging
to everybody; be industrious and diligent in all you have to do; obey your
mother and father, and your master. Be truthful and honest. God hates a
liar, and a deceitful person. He will not take care of you and love you,
unless you speak the truth. Sometimes you try to deceive me. God will not
be your friend if you deceive any one. And now go to your mother, she will
put you to bed."

Lydia made a curtsey, and said, "Good-night, ma'am." She went to Mrs.
Weston, and bade her good-night too. Then turning toward Alice, she gazed
wonderingly at her pale face.

"Is you got de headache now, Miss Alice?"

"Not much," said Alice, gently.

"Good night, miss," said Lydia, with another curtesy, and she softly left
the room. "Oh, mammy," she said, as she entered her mother's cabin, "Miss
Janet say, if I'm a good child, God will love me much as he loves Miss
Alice, if I is black. Miss Alice is so white to-night; you never see'd her
look as white as she do to-night."

* * * * *

Mr. Weston alighted from his horse, and hurried to the sitting-room, "Have
you waited tea for me?" he said. "Why did you do so? Alice, darling, is
your head better?"

"A great deal, uncle," said Alice. "Have you had a pleasant ride?"

"Yes; but my child, you look very sick. What can be the matter with you?
Anna, did you send for the doctor?"

"No--Alice objected so."

"But you must send for him--I am sure she is seriously ill."

"There is nothing the matter with me, but a headache," said Alice. "After
tea, I will go to bed, and will be we