sin for us, who knew no sin;
that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.' 'There is none
other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved;' and
'he that believeth on him shall not be confounded.'"

"Yes, honey, dose de words ob de good book. Now will you please sing de
twenty-third Psalm, an' den ask de Lord Jesus keep fas' hold dis ole
niggah, till Jordan am past, an' de gate into de city."

The request was granted; the sweet voice that had thrilled the hearts
of many of the rich and noble of earth, freely poured forth its richest
strains to soothe the dying throes of agony of a poor old negro.

Then kneeling by the humble couch, in a few simple, touching words she
commended the departing spirit to the almighty love and care of Him who
had shed His blood to redeem it, earnestly pleading that the dying one
might be enabled to cast himself wholly on Jesus, and in doing so be
granted a speedy and abundant entrance into His kingdom and glory.

The fervent "Amen!" of Uncle Mose joined in with hers; then low and
feebly he added, "De good--Lord--bress you--my dear--young--Missus."

A shadow had fallen on Elsie, and as she rose from her knees, she turned
her head to find her father standing at her side.

He drew her to him and pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead. "You
must go now; the heat of the sun is already too great for you to be out
with safety."

The low quiet tone was one of authority as of old.

He only waited for her good-bye to Uncle Mose, and to speak a few kindly
words of farewell himself, then led her out and placed her in his
carriage, which stood at the door.

Mr. Travilla rode up at that instant. "That's right," he said. "Little
wife, I am loth to have you exposed to the heat of this sultry day."

"And you, Edward? can you not come home now?" she asked.

"Not yet, wife; there are several matters I must attend to first, and
I want to speak to Mr. Wood, who, I see, is just coming."

He kissed his hand to her with the gallantry of the days of their
courtship, and cantered off, while the carriage rolled on its way toward
the mansion.

"Daughter, if you must visit the quarter during this sultry weather, can
you not choose an earlier hour?" asked Mr. Dinsmore.

"I think I can after this, papa;" and she went on to explain how her
time had been taken up before breakfast that morning. "Do you know about
Mr. Leland?" she asked in conclusion.

"Yes; their next outrage wi