This is not like you. Think who said, "Suffer the little children to come unto

me."

"And am I not going to Him?" Lizzie's countenance was lighted up

with

an extraordinary brilliance, and as Gwenthlean rose, and looked at her, she almost fancied her already an angel.

"Will you try to sing me that beautiful hymn," she said. "I should like to hear you sing once more. I have heard heavenly music to night; oh such rapturous music. I mean Bishop Heber's hymn. I think I I could sing it. Let me try

"Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore. thee,

Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before

thee,

And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom."

Whilst the little girl sung feebly, but with inexpressible sweetness, these words, Gwenthlean sunk on her knees, and prayed.

The unwonted sounds aroused their mother, ever keenly alive to all that passed in their room. She rose immediately and, followed by Clara, who slept with her, entered, and saw one child with her eyes upturned, murmuring forth this hymn joyfully, and the other with her face buried in the bed, endeavouring to stifle the sob that would not be repressed.

Lizzie stretched out her arms towards her mother, and said—

"Oh! will you sing for me, and pray for me, mother dear. My voice is failing, but I hear the voices of the angels, and their songs are very sweet."

"Hush! my love;" said Lady Llewellen, "you are excited, and must be quiet. Lie down, and compose yourself, and we will stay by you."

"Then let me whisper it in your ear," said the little girl faintly, "just one word, and then I will rest."

Lady Llewellen bent her head down, and Lizzie murmured

The unwonted sounds aroused their mo ther, ever keenly alive to all that passed in their room. She rose immediately and, followed by Clara, who slept with her, entered, and saw one child with her eyes upturned, murmuring forth this hymn joyfully, and the other with her face buried in the bed, endeavouring to stifle the sob that would not be repressed.

Lizzie stretched out her arms towards her mother, and said—

"Oh! will you sing for me, and pray for me, mother dear. My voice is failing, but I hear the voices of the angels, and their songs are very sweet."

"Hush! my love;" said Lady Llewellen, "you are excited, and must be quiet. Lie down, and comp

"I think I am going soon to heaven, up amongst the stars, to see the glory of God."

She appeared to be wandering, but there was something so unearthly in her voice that her mother was, for a moment, paralyzed, and Clara gazed upon her with a fixed and terrified look, whilst her heart and pulse beat violently, and she was almost suffocated with the gathering tears and sobs. There was a beautiful smile on the child's face, and an unutterably peaceful expression in her eye. She clasped her small thin hands together, and looked upwards; then she turned her eyes upon her friends. She was not long for this world. Her spirit was hovering on the verge of life. But what a blessed state was hers! Fearlessly she confided her soul to her Maker, and trustingly she looked beyond the grave. With child-like faith and simplicity she believed in God's, power to save, and no mist of doubt or error, had ever clouded the purity of her