felt the parting with the Forsyths--Nelly
especially lay very near to my heart; we had had many a talk together
of things above, and I sometimes dared to hope that she had grasped
hold of the truth, though she was fearful of letting others know about
it. The night before our wedding she came to me and asked me to pray
with her, which I did; and then with tears in her eyes she said, 'I
shall miss you so dreadfully, Hilda; you have helped me to see things
so differently, and I don't think I shall ever be satisfied now with
just a whirl of gaiety.'

'You have promised to take my Sunday class, so that will give you an
interest,' I said, trying to speak brightly; 'and oh! Nelly, if you get
to know the Lord as your personal Friend, you won't miss me. He will
be quite sufficient.'

'I am trying to,' she said softly; 'I would like to know Him as you
do.' Then in a brisker tone she said, 'And you will ask me to stay
with you soon, won't you? When you are in town, you know! I should
like to come, and I won't ask to go to any theatres, or even to a
picture gallery, or a ride in the Row, if you think it worldly! But do
let me come just to be with you.'

Miss Graham bid me good-bye with much grief; but I felt happy about
her; she was steadfastly setting her face heavenwards, and praying and
influencing her pupil into the same path too. I think Mrs. Forsyth was
genuinely sorry for me to leave, and when I said something to her about
being so sorry that my views had clashed with hers, and hoping she
would understand how it was, she gave me a warm kiss, saying, 'Never
mind the past, my dear. Perhaps if I had been brought up differently,
I should have seen more with you. We shall miss you very much, for you
have been a great help and comfort to us whilst you have been here.'

Miss Rayner appeared at the wedding, to every one's great astonishment.
Her parting words caused me much thought and consideration: 'Don't be
surprised if you hear soon that I have given up my chicks, and departed
to the wilds of Africa as a missionary. I must do something with my
bit of wasted life left me.'

My little Sunday scholars were in full force at the church gate as we
went through, and irrepressible Roddy darted up to me and clutched hold
of my dress,--'You isn't going away to heaven, is you, like Jim?'

'Not yet, I think,' I answered, trying to detach his chubby fingers
from my skirt.

'I thought you was, in that booful angel dress!'