iring woman had wept and
prayed.

When George entered the shed, he felt his head giddy and his heart sick.

"Is it possible,--is it possible?" said he, kneeling down by him.
"Uncle Tom, my poor, poor old friend!"

Something in the voice penetrated to the ear of the dying. He moved his
head gently, smiled, and said,

"Jesus can make a dying-bed
Feel soft as down pillows are."

Tears which did honor to his manly heart fell from the young man's eyes,
as he bent over his poor friend.

"O, dear Uncle Tom! do wake,--do speak once more! Look up! Here's Mas'r
George,--your own little Mas'r George. Don't you know me?"

"Mas'r George!" said Tom, opening his eyes, and speaking in a feeble
voice; "Mas'r George!" He looked bewildered.

Slowly the idea seemed to fill his soul; and the vacant eye became fixed
and brightened, the whole face lighted up, the hard hands clasped, and
tears ran down the cheeks.

"Bless the Lord! it is,--it is,--it's all I wanted! They haven't forgot
me. It warms my soul; it does my heart good! Now I shall die content!
Bless the Lord, on my soul!"

"You shan't die! you _mustn't_ die, nor think of it! I've come to buy
you, and take you home," said George, with impetuous vehemence.

"O, Mas'r George, ye're too late. The Lord's bought me, and is going to
take me home,--and I long to go. Heaven is better than Kintuck."

"O, don't die! It'll kill me!--it'll break my heart to think what you've
suffered,--and lying in this old shed, here! Poor, poor fellow!"

"Don't call me poor fellow!" said Tom, solemnly, "I _have_ been poor
fellow; but that's all past and gone, now. I'm right in the door,
going into glory! O, Mas'r George! _Heaven has come!_ I've got the
victory!--the Lord Jesus has given it to me! Glory be to His name!"

George was awe-struck at the force, the vehemence, the power, with which
these broken sentences were uttered. He sat gazing in silence.

Tom grasped his hand, and continued,--"Ye mustn't, now, tell Chloe, poor
soul! how ye found me;--'t would be so drefful to her. Only tell her ye
found me going into glory; and that I couldn't stay for no one. And tell
her the Lord's stood by me everywhere and al'ays, and made everything
light and easy. And oh, the poor chil'en, and the baby;--my old
heart's been most broke for 'em, time and agin! Tell 'em all to
follow me--follow me! Give my love to Mas'r, and dear good Missis, and
everybody in the place! Ye don't know! 'Pears like