-to reign with
Christ a thousand years! Is that matter to be wept for, Marguerite?"

"There is something else to come first," she said, shaking her head.

"There is so," replied he. "To confess Christ, ere He confess us: to be
envied of angels, that have no such means of showing forth His glory: to
give a very little thing for the Redeemer who gave all He is, and all He
hath, for us. Is that, also, matter for tears?"

"Ah, Tom!" said she, smiling through her tears, "thou turnest it all to
the contrary. But thou knowest what I mean."

"The brighter and better way," he answered. "But I do know thy meaning,
dear heart. And in truth, it is hard, and the flesh is weak. But
remember, our Lord knoweth that as well as we. He hath not forgotten
the days of His flesh, when He offered up prayer, with strong crying and
tears, to Him that was able to save Him from death; though there were
one thing (and that the worst thing) in His sorrow, that there can never
be in ours. The way may be rough and stony--but, mind thou, it is only
very short."

"When it may last for all the life, Tom! Hard prison, and scant fare,
and loneliness, and bitter mourning! Methinks the death were better
than that."

"Very short, still," repeated he, "to the endless days of eternity. The
days of the journey be few indeed, compared with the number of those to
be spent in the Father's House. And, sweet heart, even should we be
forced to go that journey apart, we will strive to look forward to the
glad meeting in the Home."

"Apart!" she echoed drearily, and her tears came streaming back. "O
Tom, Tom!"

"I meant not to make thee weep again," he said, tenderly; "and yet there
is no good in shutting our eyes on a sorrow that must come, though there
be little use in grieving over such as may never come. It is not yet
come; and when it so doth, it is only a little while. Only a little
while, my Marguerite! `In the world ye shall have tribulation; but be
of good cheer; I have overcome the world!'"

Thekla ceased her spinning, and coming forward to her mother, she passed
her arm round her, and kissed her brow.

"Mother!" she said, sweetly, "it may be God will let us go to Him
together. Need we mourn for the night ere it be dark! It will be so
sweet to go to Him. Will it not help us to bear almost any thing, to
know that presently thereafter we shall see Christ, and be with Him for
ever?"

Mrs Rose was crying more quietly now, and Iso