made white in the blood of the Lamb will be welcomed
into heaven, with songs of great rejoicing; and all will dwell together
in peace and purity, and love and great happiness for ever.

"Poor old Dinah is one of God's dear children. She loves the dear
Saviour very much, and tries in every way to please and honor him; and
she is looking forward with great pleasure to the time when she shall
drop that infirm, old, black body, and be clothed with light as an
angel. I shall be glad for her,--sha'n't you, darling?"

"Yes, indeed, mamma,--so glad;" and the little boy's mind was henceforth
at rest on that point.

But I must tell my readers who old Dinah Johnson was. Once she was a
slave; but when she had become so old that her busy head and hands and
feet could do no more service for her master, he had set her free. Of
course, she was glad to be free,--to feel that she could go where she
liked, and do as she pleased, and keep all the money she could earn for
herself. Precious little it was, though, for her sight was growing dim,
and her hands and feet were all distorted with rheumatism; and what with
pains and poverty and old age, her strength was fast wasting. But she
was happy, really happy.

If you could have looked upon her, though, you wouldn't have supposed
she had any thing to be happy about. With a skin black as night, hair
gray and scanty, her face was as homely as homely could be, and her
limbs were weak and tottering. The old, unpainted house she lived in
shook and creaked with every blast of the wintry wind, and the snow
drifted in at every crack and crevice. Her furniture was very poor,
and her food mean. But it is not what we see outside that makes people
happy. Oh, no; happiness springs from the inside. The fountain is in the
heart, from which the streams of joy and gladness flow.

With all her homeliness and poverty, old Dinah was a jewel in the sight
of the Lord. He had graven her upon the palm of his hand, and written
her name in the book of life; and she was treasured as a precious child
in his loving heart. The name of the Lord was precious to her, also;
they were bound together in a covenant of love. Of course, she was
happy.

Her heavenly Friend never forgot her. He sent many a one to bring her
work and money and fuel and clothes. She was never without her bread and
water,--you know the Lord has told his children that their "BREAD and
WATER shall be SURE,"--and almost always she had a little tea an