aligned; but in the
long run it will be found that

"Ever the right comes uppermost,
And ever is justice done."

The world is not so unfair as it seems. It is not very quick to read
people, but it gets to comprehend them at last, and no one who is
really good has to confess that he gets no praise.

These seem to be the teachings of Grace Darling's life. If the women
of these times will take them to their hearts, and profit by them, the
noble lighthouse-girl will do a better and more enduring work now, than
when she went out with her father to the wreck of the "Forfarshire."

CHAPTER XVIII.

CONCLUSION.

"Where no shadow shall bewilder,
Where life's vain parade is o'er,
Where the sleep of sin is broken,
And the dreamer dreams no more;
Where no bond is ever sundered;
Partings, claspings, sob, and moan,
Midnight waking, twilight weeping,
Heavy noontide--all are done;
Where the child has found its mother,
Where the mother finds the child,
Where dear families are gathered
That were scattered on the wild,
Brother, we shall meet and rest,
'Mid the holy and the blest."--Bonar.

Very little remains to be told, either of Grace Darling or her family.
The grief of the latter was of the most poignant kind, when their
famous and beloved daughter had really left them. Death creates great
desolation for those who are left behind; and the more excellent the
deceased has been, the greater is the loss which is felt. But when
this world has but been exchanged for a better, there are consolations
for the mourners, who feel that the parting is for a little while only,
and who look forward to a joyful re-union.

"A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come;
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb.

"Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

"A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time;
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.

"A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.

"A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.

"A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath d