no
learning. I am only a poor, ignorant woman. I can't thank you, master, as I
ought. My heart is nigh to bursting. What have I done that the Lord is so
good to me. He has put it into your heart to make me so happy; Thank you,
master, and God for ever bless you."

The tears streamed down her cheeks, as Mr. Weston arose to go. Esther had
come to see if her mother wanted any thing.

"Master," said Phillis, "wait one moment--there's nothing between me and
Heaven now. Oh! sir, I shall soon be redeemed from all sin and sorrow. I
think I see the glory that shines about the heavenly gates. I have never
felt myself ready to go until now, but there is nothing to keep me. The
Lord make your dying bed as easy as you have mine."

Mr. Weston endeavored to compose himself, but was much agitated. "Phillis,"
he said, "you have deserved more than I could ever do for you. If any thing
should occur to you that I have not thought of, let me know, it shall, if
possible, be done. Would you like again to see Mr. Caldwell, and receive
the communion?"

"No, master, I thank you. You and Miss Janet, and Miss Anna, and poor
Bacchus, took it with me last week, and I shall soon be where there will
be no more need to remind me of the Lamb that was slain; for I shall be
with him; I shall see him as he is. And, master, we will all meet there. We
will praise him together."

Esther was weeping; and Mr. Weston, quite overcome, left the room.

"Esther, child," said Phillis, "don't do so. There's nothing but glory and
peace. There's no occasion for tears. God will take care of you all here,
and will, I hope and pray, bring you to heaven at last. Poor master! To
think he is so distressed parting with me. I thought I should have stood by
his dying bed. The Lord knows best."

"Mother," said Esther, "will you take this medicine--it is time?"

"No, honey. No more medicine; it won't do me no good. I don't want
medicine. Jesus is what I want. He is all in all."

* * * * *

Reader! have you ever stood by the dying bed of a slave? It may be not.
There are those who are often there. The angels of God, and One who is
above the angels. One who died for all. He is here now. Here, where stand
weeping friends--here, where all is silence. You may almost hear the
angel's wings as they wait to bear the redeemed spirit to its heavenly
abode. Here, where the form is almost senseless, the soul fluttering
between earth and heaven. Here,