upon a poor old creature, almost broken down with age and
grief! What shall I do? Betsy's gone! My daughter's dead! O, my
child! I shall never see thee more! God be merciful to me a
sinner!"--sobbed out the poor mother.

"That last prayer, my dear, good woman," said I, "will bring you and your
child together again. It is a cry that has brought thousands to glory.
It brought your daughter there, and I hope it will bring you thither
likewise. God will in nowise cast out any that come to Him."

"My dear," said the Dairyman, breaking the long silence he had
maintained, "let us trust God with our child; and let us trust Him with
our ownselves. 'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be
the name of the Lord!' We are old, and can have but a little further to
travel in our journey, and then--" he could say no more.

The soldier, mentioned in my last paper, reached a Bible into my hand,
and said--"Perhaps, sir, you would not object to reading a chapter before
we go to the church?"

I did so; it was the fourteenth of the Book of Job. A sweet tranquillity
prevailed while I read it. Each minute that was spent in this funereal
chamber seemed to be valuable. I made a few observations on the chapter,
and connected them with the case of our departed sister.

"I am but a poor soldier," said our military friend, "and have nothing of
this world's goods beyond my daily subsistence; but I would not exchange
my hope of salvation in the next world for all that this world could
bestow without it. What is wealth without grace? Blessed be God! as I
march about from one quarter to another, I still find the Lord wherever I
go; and, thanks be to his holy name, He is here to-day in the midst of
this company of the living and the dead. I feel that it is good to be
here."

Some other persons present began to take a part in our conversation, in
the course of which the life and experience of the Dairyman's daughter
were brought forward in a very interesting manner. Each friend had
something to relate in testimony of her gracious disposition. A young
woman under twenty, who had hitherto been a very light and trifling
character, appeared to be remarkably impressed by the conversation of
that day; and I have since had reason to believe that Divine grace then
began to influence her in the choice of that better part, which shall not
be taken from her.

What a contrast does such a scene as this exhibit, when compared wit