I am vile; but His blood cleanseth from all sin; and He has
washed me in it and made me mete for the inheritance of the saints in
light."
"Dear sister," said the old elder, taking her hand in a last farewell,
"good-bye for a short season; 'twill not be long till we meet before the
throne. Do not fear to cross the river, for He will be with you, and will
not let you sink."
"No; the everlasting arms are underneath and around me, and He will never
leave nor forsake."
"'Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints,'" said the
pastor, taking the feeble hand in his turn. "Fear not; you shall be more
than conqueror through Him that loved us."
"Yes, the battle is fought, the victory is won; and I hear Him saying to
me, 'Come up hither.' Oh! I shall be there very soon--a sinner saved by
grace."
The pastor and elder withdrew, Mr. Travilla going with them to the door.
Elsie brought a cordial and held it to her mother's lips, Mr. Dinsmore
gently raising her head. "Thank you both," she said, with the courtesy for
which she had ever been distinguished. Then, as Mr. Dinsmore settled her
more comfortably on her pillows, and Elsie set aside the empty cup,
"Horace, my friend, farewell till we meet in a better land. Elsie,
darling," laying her pale thin hand on the bowed head, "you have been a
dear, dear daughter to me, such a comfort, such a blessing! May the Lord
reward you.
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