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he be taken away. I suppose you think, Affie, that our loss would prove bis gain."
"I certainly do, for he has sought an interest in the blood of that Saviour that has made him an heir of God and a joint heir with Jesus Christ to an inheritance which is uncorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not away. When the earthly house of his tabernacle shall fail, he has a building not made with hands eternal in the heavens, upon which the eye of his faith seems steadfastly fixed.
Mr. Radford said, “I think he may yet recover; I hope he will live till I get our
house done, so that he can see what a fine appearance it will make. I can bring water from the spring yonder, so that we can have a fountain playing night and day in our front yard. I obtain
ed a draught for it when I was in New York last. I tell you what it is, Affie, Switzerland does not afford a more delightful spot for a building than we have over here. I wish our friend Morse, instead of paying out a hundred to enlarge his library, had taken it to build a piazza ; it would improve the looks of his house very much. He had books enough before, he has more books than I should read and understand, if I should live to be as old as Methusaleh. I intend to get a few nice volumes, when we get into our new house."
Mrs. Radford was almost a silent listener, occasionally giving him a sorrowful smile; as her husband took his hat and hurriedly left the house, she murmured low, “I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." She called
sufferer lay in the arms of its pale and weeping mother, in strong convulsions. This kind-hearted lady advanced and took the child. Captain De Van was not a man that absepted himself from scenes of suffering, but taking his hat and cane, walked leisurely down the road that lay upon the banks of the river, which formed a deep bend, where, many years before, the inhabitants of this village had selected the burying-place of their dead. The thoughtful eye of our friend gazed with intense interest upon the richly cultivated fields, while upon the other hand the lofty hills stood out in bold relief, and ever and anon the white rock could be seen peering through the green foliage, that fringed the banks of the beautiful river. The branches of the elm and the box were interwoven, and by its side like a sentinel
* The lombard poplar stood,
And silver willow gently bowed,
Happy indeed is he who can look from “nature up to nature's God. Our friend halted as he came up to the city of the dead, and leaned pensively over the white fence; there he could see engraved upon the white and grey marble, the names of many whose memory was yet dear to him. He repeated almost audibly, “there was a garden, and in the garden a new sepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid.” He thought of the unbroken ranks of his dear family, then offered a silent prayer to that God in whose hand are the issues of life and death, beseeching him to defend from the arrows of death, which
fying thick around them. He saw not the dark cloud that was gathering, nor the bitter cup which he
was soon to drink. It was a pensive hour and a suitable place for such reflections. The birds had sung their evening lays, and all nature was hushed.
The footsteps of a traveller aroused him from bis reverie. He soon joined him, and found it was a young man with whom he had a slight acquaintance, who had been to a neighboring village to obtain medical aid for his friend. They were soon at the bedside of the dying child, where they found Mr. Willard and his lady. They did not wait for a formal introduction, but did what they could for the consolation of the afflicted family. Mrs. Willard and Mrs. De Van dressed the corpse in a white muslin robe and laid it away; the little chair and empty cradle were carefully set aside, and Franky's toys were gathered up and laid in the drawer by the weeping