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Affie seriously said, “What doth it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul ?”

Mr. R. frankly replied, “I admire the frankness with which you defend your religion; but I do not see as I shall be any more exposed to lose my own soul there, than in any other employment, and I think upon the whole, I shall have more time to solve your problem, than I should have if I worked at my trade."

“ You will there no doubt encounter more formidable temptations than you would if you followed your former occupation ; you will be constantly in the society of those that are habitually drinkers."

The color mounted to the young man's cheek, and with unusual firmness he said, “I see that you are fearful that I shall become intemperate, but I am able to keep myself.”

Affie timidly said, “No man is his own keeper, and let him that thinks he standeth take heed lest he fall. James, I shall

pray
for
you,
that

you may be kept from the fowler's snare.”

Affie was astonished at her own decision, for a few months before she would not for the world have opposed her young

friend. But now she was not afraid to defend that truth wherewith Christ had made her free. She appreciated the pearl of great price which she had earnestly sought and obtained she desired others to drink from the well of salvation which was in her soul-a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

The purple morn broke in the distant east, and the night vigils of the faithful watchers were now over; and they returned home conscious that they had been mutually benefited.

In the afternoon the funeral ser

vices were conducted by the Rev. Mr. Bradley, who selected these words from Mark v. 39-"She is not dead, but sleepeth." His remarks upon the death and resurrection of the body, and the reunion of the soul with the body in the morning of the resurrection, were calculated in the highest degree to afford consolation to the lacerated hearts of the afflicted mourners.

Their dead was now buried out of their sight; and they returned accompanied by several of their friends, among whom was Colonel Bertram, who had been a faithful friend of Lieutenant Morse. His parents were among the early settlers of Roselle. They were a wealthy family. Colonel Bertram had for many years resided south, where he married a lady of fortune. His objections to "slavery,” even at this early period, induced him

to return to his favorite Roselle. Mrs. Bertram was a native of New England, and rejoiced with her husband to be again fanned by the mountain breeze, and to drink from the pure waters that make glad the heart of the wanderer. She readily connected herself with the little church, and adorned the doctrines of her profession, as we shall see, by a well ordered life and godly conversation. Her husband was a man of the world, possessing many virtues as a husband, a gentleman, and friend. Being a military man, Lieutenant Morse and himself were kindred spirits.

He had purchased a beautiful location near his friend on the opposite side of the river, where he had erected a superb mansion, in which he had displayed much taste, not only in its architecture, but in the embellishments of its ample fore-grounds. He

had selected a choice collection of shrubbery congenial with that climate.

Mrs. Morse, in her lonely hours, was glad of such a friend as Mrs. Bertram. They engaged not in the idle gossip of the neighborhood; they read and conversed together upon those subjects which were calculated to elevate the mind and enrich the soul. The influence and responsibility of parents, especially mothers, was often the subject of their conversation. Mrs. B. had but one son, whose name we shall call Walter. He was at this time but two years old, but the reader will do well to bear him in mind.

In one of Mrs. Morse's interviews with her friend, she informed her that she had just returned from Capt. De Van's. She remarked that Mrs. D. was failing. Mrs. B. assured her friend that if she had known of her illness,

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