ter tears that fall like solemn rain,
Are safely stored within the heavenly garner,
Till Christ shall come unto his own again.

"And our beloved ones that Death doth gather
To their calm, dreamless sleep beneath the tomb,
Like tender flowers, are cherished by the Father
In the celestial fields of Heaven to bloom.

"Nothing is lost; oh, let the promise cheer us;
By God himself to weary mortals given;
Our darling ones shall soon again be near us,
Our hopes shall bloom, unfadingly, in Heaven."

"I think that is the best hymn I know," added Nelly, when she had
finished. "Now, what shall we do?"

"Let's play church!" suggested Jimmy.

"Oh yes! that's the very thing!" said Nelly. "Suppose we ask Kitty and
Robby Morris to come in."

So Kitty and Robby were found, and consented to join the play, which
straightway began; mamma and I looking on, though we made believe not to
be taking notice, for fear of disturbing the little visitors.

Robby, who was a dear little fellow, only five years old, with long
golden curls and great blue eyes, was the minister, at his own special
request. The children dressed him in a long white sack of Mrs. Lawson's
by way of a gown, and gave him a small table for a pulpit. The others,
with Gipsey, and a large gray cat, the property of Robby and Kitty,
which marched in after them, were the congregation, sitting on the edge
of the bed, to be like the long church pew. The minister took for his
text, "Little children, love one another," and his sermon was such a
dear, funny little discourse, that I must write it down for you.

"Now, my dear peoples," he said, "I hope, whenever you feel like
karrelling,[A] or being as cross as bears, you will 'member what the
Bible says 'bout loving one another. Gipsey fighted my tat to-day, and
pulled some of her fur out; but he's only a dog, and I readed in my Dr.
Watts--

"Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God has made 'em so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature too.
But, children, _you_ s'ould _never_ let
Your angry _pass'ons_ rise!
Your little hands were _never_ made
To sc'atch each other's eyes."

----so I was not mad at him, 'cause he didn't _know_ he ought to love
pussy.

"I _s'apped_ nurse the other day, 'cause s