d and Saviour--it will only be joy unspeakable to be
called into his immediate presence, there to dwell forevermore."

"Yes, yes, if one is fitted for it, as Eric, Eva's father, was. Death
seemed only joy to him, except for leaving us. But oh, I am afraid of
death! Hard as life is in my weak, ailing condition, I don't want to
die, I can't bear to think of it."

"My poor friend, my heart bleeds for you," said Grandma Elsie in low,
tender tones. "'The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the
law.' But 'Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to everyone
that believeth.' He fulfilled its conditions, he bore the penalty God's
justice required against those who had broken it; and now salvation is
offered as his free gift to all who will accept it: 'Even the
righteousness of God which is by faith of Jesus Christ unto all and upon
all them that believe: for there is no difference: For all have sinned,
and come short of the glory of God; Being justified freely by his grace
through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus: Whom God hath set forth
to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his
righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the
forbearance of God; To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness:
that he might be just and the justifier of him which believeth in
Jesus.'"

"Is that all? only to believe in Jesus?" Laura asked with a look of
mingled anxiety, hope, and fear. "But one must repent deeply, sincerely,
and oh, I'm afraid I cannot!"

"He will help you," returned Grandma Elsie in moved tones. "'Him hath
God exalted with his right hand to be a Prince and a Saviour, for to
give repentance to Israel, and forgiveness of sins.' Ask him,
remembering his own gracious promise, 'Ask and it shall be given you;
seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you. For
everyone that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him
that knocketh it shall be opened.'"

"Ah, I see the way as I never did before," said Laura, after a moment's
silence in which she seemed in deep thought. "What wonderful love and
condescension it was for him, the God-man, to die that painful and
shameful death that we--sinful worms of the dust--might live! Oh, I do
begin to love him and to hate and abhor my sins that helped nail him to
the tree." With the last words tears coursed down her cheeks. "I want to
be his, whether I live or die," she added; and from that hour a g