h.

Would that I felt her presence always:--would that my thoughts, my
actions, my life, were such as she would have had them!

It was after I had gone to the old church for the first time--it was
weeks before I could have the resolution to go--that Miss Pimpernell
gave me my darling's message; touching with a tender touch on her last
moments here.

She told me she had never seen or heard of so peaceful an end as hers--
such fervent faith, such earnest reliance on her Saviour. She seemed to
have a presentiment from the first, of her death; and, when she was told
there was no hope of her recovery, she only grieved for those she left
behind; and for me and my disappointment, my old friend said, chief of
all.--

"I know he will be sorry,"--she said at the last.--"But, tell him that I
loved him and trusted him to the end. Tell him good-bye for me, and to
be good--not for my sake only, but, for God's!"

These were the last words she uttered.

She died, Miss Pimpernell said, with a soft sigh of contentment and a
smile of seraphic happiness on her face; and, the face of the dead
girl--she added sobbing--looked like the face of an angel in its purity
and innocence, and with the stamp of heaven on its lifeless clay.

She is buried in the churchyard where she and I so often mused and spoke
of those who had gone before--little thinking that _she_ would be so
soon taken, and _I_, left desolate to mourn her loss.

Her grave is a perfect little garden.

Loving eyes watch it, loving hands tend it. A little, green, velvet-
turfed mound is in the midst, planted round with all the flowers that
she loved--snowdrops and violets in the early part of the year, roses
and lilies in summer, little daisies always--for she used to say she
liked them because others generally despised them.

I go there twice a day, morning and night. Her mother knows of my
visits; but, we never meet, even there! She does not interfere with me;
and _I_ have buried the feud of the past in Min's grave. _There_ my
heart finds only room for love and grief, ebbing and flowing in unison;
coupled with a hope, which becomes more and more assured, now that I
have received her message, that we shall yet meet again in that promised
land where there is no death and no parting, only a sweet forgetfulness
of the ills of life, and a remembrance of all its joy--the happy land of
which my dream foretold in the early days of our love.

When I breathe the bloom of t