where the Spirit of God is over-shadowing
the scene.

"Master," said Phillis, "all is peace. Jesus is here. I am going home. You
will soon be there, and Miss Janet can't be long. Miss Anna too. Bacchus,
the good Lord will bring you there. I trust in Him to save you. My
children, God bless them, little Lydia and all."

"Master Arthur," said she, as Arthur bent over her, "give my love to Master
Walter. You and Miss Alice will soon be married. The Lord make you happy.
God bless you, Miss Ellen, and make you his child. Keep close, children to
Jesus. Seems as if we wasn't safe when we can't see him. I see him now; he
is beckoning me to come. Blessed Jesus! take me--take me home."

Kind master, weep not. She will bear, even at the throne of God, witness to
thy faithfulness. Through thee she learned the way to heaven, and it may be
soon she will stand by thee again, though thou see her not. She may be one
of those who will guide thee to the Celestial City; to the company of the
redeemed, where will be joy forever. Weep not, but see in what peace a
Christian can die. Watch the last gleams of thought which stream from her
dying eyes. Do you see any thing like apprehension? The world, it is true,
begins to shut in. The shadows of evening collect around her senses. A dark
mist thickens, and rests upon the objects which have hitherto engaged her
observation. The countenances of her friends become more and more
indistinct. The sweet expressions of love and friendship are no longer
intelligible. Her ear wakes no more at the well-known voice of her
children, and the soothing accents of tender affection die away unheard
upon her decaying senses. To her the spectacle of human life is drawing to
its close, and the curtain is descending which shuts out this earth, its
actors, and its scenes. She is no longer interested in all that is done
under the sun. Oh! that I could now open to you the recesses of her soul,
that I could reveal to you the light which darts into the chambers of her
understanding. She approaches that world which she has so long seen in
faith. The imagination now collects its diminished strength, and the eye of
faith opens wide.

"Friends! do not stand thus fixed in sorrow around this bed of death. Why
are you so still and silent? Fear not to move; you cannot disturb the
visions that enchant this holy spirit. She heeds you not; already she sees
the spirits of the just advancing together to receive a kindred soul. She