but could not, her lips moved, but utterance was
denied to her.

"I cannot pray, darling," she replied, "prayer is denied to me."

The child asked no more, for she saw her mother's inability to comply
with her wishes.

The little group remained in the same position until the setting sun
gleamed through the window, and shed a bright ray across the bed. Not
a sound was heard, save the ticking of the old fashioned clock on the
mantle piece, as its hands slowly marked the fleeting minutes. The
eyes of the dying child had been closed at the time, but as the
sunlight shot across her face she opened them, and looked up into her
mother's face.

"Open the window, granny," she said.

The old woman opened it, and as she did so, the round red glare of the
sun was revealed, while the aroma of thousands wild flowers that grew
beneath the window, entered the room, and floated its perfume on the
autumn air.

"Mother," said the dying child.

Mrs. Wentworth looked down upon her child.

"What is it darling," she asked.

"Let brother kiss me," she requested.

Her little brother was lifted up and held over her. She pressed a soft
kiss upon his lips.

"Good-bye, granny," she said, holding out her hand to the negro.

The old woman seized it, and the tears fell faster, on the bed than
they had hitherto done. Her humble heart was touched at the simple,
yet unfearing conduct of the child.

"Mother, kiss me," she continued. "Do not be sad," she added,
observing her mother's pale and ghastly countenance. "I am going to a
world where no one is sick, and no one knows want."

Stooping over her dying child, Mrs. Wentworth complied with Ella's
request, and pressed her brow in a long and earnest kiss. She had not
spoken a word from the time her child requested the old woman to open
the window, but she had never for an instant, ceased looking on the
features of her dying daughter, and she saw that the film was fast
gathering on her eyes.

After her mother had kissed her, Ella remained silent for several
minutes, when suddenly starting, she exclaimed: "I see them, mother! I
see them! See the Angels coming for me--Heaven--mother--Angels!" A
bright smile lit her features, the half-opened eyes lit up with the
last fires of life; then as they faded away, her limbs relaxed, and
still gazing on her mother's face, the breath left the body.

There was a rush as of wind through the window, but it was the Angels,
who were bearing the child's s