prepare for his people.

"Our darling will be so safe and happy there," she said, "and she is glad
to go, to rest in his bosom, and wait there for us, as, in his own good
time, he shall call one after another to himself.

"'Tis there we'll meet,
At Jesus' feet,
When we meet to part no more.'"

Tears were coursing down the mother's cheeks as she spoke, but her manner
was calm and quiet. To her, as to her child standing upon the very brink
of Jordan, heaven seemed very near, very real, and while mourning that
soon that beloved face and form would be seen no more on earth she
rejoiced with joy unspeakable, for the blessedness that should be hers
forever and forevermore.

There were no tears in Lily's eyes, "Mamma, I'm so happy," she said
smiling. "Dear Vi, you must be glad for me and not cry so. I have no pain
to-day; and I'll never have any more when I get home where the dear
Saviour is. Mamma, please read about the beautiful city."

Elsie took up the Bible that lay beside the pillow, and opening at the
Revelation, read its last two chapters--the twenty-first and
twenty-second.

Lily lay intently listening, Violet's hand fast clasped in hers.

"Darling Vi," she whispered, "you love Jesus, don't you?"

Violet nodded assent: she could not speak.

"And you're willing to let him have me, aren't you, dear?"

"Yes, yes," but the tears fell fast, and "Oh, what shall I do without
you?" she cried with a choking sob.

"It won't be long," said Lily. "Mamma says it will seem only a very little
while when it is past."

Her voice sank with the last words, and she closed her eyes with a weary
sigh.

"Go, dear daughter, go away for the present," the mother said to Violet,
who instantly obeyed.

Lily lingered for several days, suffering little except from weakness,
always patient and cheerful, talking so joyfully of "going home to Jesus,"
that death seemed robbed of all its gloom; for it was not of the grave
they thought in connection with her, but of the glories of the upper
sanctuary, the bliss of those who dwell forever with the Lord.

Father, brothers and sisters often gathered for a little while about her
bed; for she dearly loved them all; but the mother scarcely left her day
or night; the mother whose gentle teachings had guided her childish feet
into the path that leads to God, whose ministry of love had made the short
life bright and happy, spite of weakness and pain.

It was in the early mor