"Is God in heaven, Jane?' "God is everywhere.' "And do you think he is good; and will he love "such a wicked child as I am, when I am dead?' "He loves all his creatures; and little children will "all be cared for by the Saviour. You are so good, that "the angels must love you! What makes you think that you are wicked?' I 666 'Father says I am; and says, if I should die now, "should go to a bad place and there I should have to stay "forever! But I am sure God will not send me there, "if he is good,— will he, Jane?' "No, dearest. Do not be afraid of God; for he is "good to all. If you die, angels will take you you to a happier world!' "What is an angel, Jane?' and carry "'Your mother is one, I trust. Angels are the spirits "of the departed.' "O, I hope mother will come after me! I shall be so happy to go with her! I wish you and Mrs. Stewart "could go too, Jane!' "I now told her that she must not talk any more; and "she soon fell asleep. The physician who was called "said her disease baffled his skill, and he was fearful that "his prescriptions would be in vain. "Three days after, she died. When her father was "told that his child was dying, he hastened to my room; "but she seemed fearful of him, even then. She "whispered to me, 'I must go; mother is waiting for me. Do not let him keep me! O, there are beautiful "beings there, and I shall not be sick any more, I shall "be so happy!' "Her breath soon grew shorter, and ere long she was dead, looking as though she had fallen into a quiet, "happy sleep. What a beautiful smile rested upon her "marble face! Dear, dear child, she is now in heaven! "I heard the deacon whisper to mother, as they turned away from the bed of death, that he was sorry that she "had not given some evidence of the salvation of her soul; "he feared she was lost, for she had always been a "stubborn child! "Lost! the dear angel! heaven has not a purer spirit! "What a creed is his, and what a heart he must "have to believe it! Heaven deliver me from such a "creed as that! "It was a beautiful spring day when we laid her in the "silent grave, by the side of her mother. A willow droops over the spot where she sleeps; the grass grows "green by her side, and the flowers are springing all "around her. Over her head the birds sing their sweetest songs. Twice have I been to her little grave, and "bedewed it with my tears. "better off than to be here! But, thank God, she is She has now found her "mother. O, the joy of a clear and beautiful hope in a "troubling, and the weary are at rest.' "Our dear little Katy has bid us farewell, "And gone home to heaven, where bright spirits dwell; "On the wings of a seraph she soared to the skies. 'Thy life, little Katy, was saddened with grief, "We weep not, dear Katy! though brief was thy stay, "Q, darling! we miss thee, thou dear little dove, Good-by, then, dear Katy, so blest in the skies, Enraptured in glory, with joy and surprise! "Things remain very much the same here, excepting "that Hezekiah Webber is married, and moved on to his "father's place; for which we are very thankful, all but "the deacon, who did not like to part with his hopeful I wish he had gone further off, for now he has "to call every day. Mother's health is failing quite fast. "I do not think she has many years to stay in this world. "The deacon is as ugly and repulsive as ever, but I will "not pain you with a recital of his brutal deeds. son. "This letter would be unpardonably long, if it did not "contain matter of interest to you and Mrs. Stewart. "I have been particular in giving the little incidents, "because I knew that Mrs. Stewart would want to know "all. I would have sent for you both, but I did not "think it best. JANE." When I read this letter to Mrs. Stewart, she wept very freely; but she felt reconciled, for Katy was free from her tormentor. She knew that the dear child was now in a brighter and better world. CHAPTER XIV. NEW SCENES AND NEW THOUGHTS. It was now time that I should turn my attention to business; for I was twenty years old, and I had not yet fully determined what I had better do in order to gain an honest livelihood. I fancied that I should like to be a merchant; so, through the assistance of my uncle, I was engaged, in the capacity of a clerk, to a merchant by the name of Dinneford, in the city of New York. As his business was not large, he employed but two clerks. When the arrangements had all been made for my departure, I bade my friends a warm adieu, and started for my new home. I noticed that Helen was much affected when we parted; for, when she let go my hands, which she had held tightly in hers, she turned her head to hide the tears. I arrived in New York in due season, and was kindly received by Mr. Dinneford. I was immediately introduced to a young man by the name of Ernest Brown, who had been some years in his employ. I found him to be an honest-hearted fellow, but reserved, and seemingly cold, and very bashful. In society his diffidence was a |