om. O, there cannot be counted all
the men and women who came before the angel, and told of the things they
had accomplished! And, as the words came upon Genevieve, her heart
trembled for fear, and had it not been for the remembrance of those kind
tones of Christ, poor Genevieve would have shrieked aloud.

What should she do? Rapidly she recalled every act of her life; but
nowhere in it could she find one act worthy to be brought before the
great bright angel. Alas! she had neither founded colleges nor
hospitals; she had never toiled in heathen lands, nor prophesied, nor
delivered slaves from bondage. Alas! must she lose those gardens when
still so near?

The angel's glance fell upon Genevieve, and she drooped down in fear;
but what was her surprise when the angel came down from the cloud, and
raising her up, said, in tones of loving cadence,

"Look, little one, thy work was accepted long ago!" and, looking as he
bade her, she saw Hepsa at her side, to whom, so long ago, she had
spoken of heaven, when she had found her a dirty, ignorant girl.

"You have worked well," said the angel tenderly. "Go now into the
garden, and ere long I will come to put you into the Christ's arms."

So Hepsa and Genevieve together walked through the gates, and the angels
who would be their teachers went with them; but I cannot tell you of the
beauty and glory of those scenes. I only beg you too to work well, that
the angel may speak as lovingly to you.

THE GARDEN OF GOD;

OR,

THE BABY'S FIRST SMILE.

In a very lovely little cottage, around which grew sweet-briers and
rose-trees, and up whose windows climbed honeysuckles and jessamines,
lived a mother with her baby.

The mother was a young woman, with golden hair, kind blue eyes, and fair
white skin. There was always a look of love in her eye, and in the
gentle tones of her voice the most soothing tenderness. People said the
baby looked like her; but he cried so much that his face was continually
distorted, and so the resemblance was not of any use to him.

Now there was a great deal of discussion about the baby's looks, as to
which he most resembled, his father or mother; some decided in favor of
his father, who was a tall man, with black hair, and black eyes, and
large, sharp features. It was a difficult question to answer, inasmuch
as the baby had yet but a very few hairs on his head, and his features
were not easily distinguishable; and as each person's decision affe