Partner of my throne shalt be!
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"
Oh, love of Christ! which no sin can weary, which no lapse of time can change; from which tribulation, persecution, and distress cannot separate—all-redeeming, all-glorifying, changing even death and despair to the gate of heaven! Thou hast one more triumph here in the wilderness, in the slave-coffle, and thou comest to bind up the broken-hearted.
As the song ceased, she opened her eyes.
"Mother used to sing that!" she said.
"And can you believe in it, daughter?"
"Yes," she said, "I see Him now! He loves me! Let me go!"
There followed a few moments of those strugglings and shiverings which are the birth-pangs of another life, and Emily lay at rest.
Father Dickson, kneeling by her side, poured out the fulness of his heart in an earnest prayer. Rising, he went up to the trader, and, taking his hand, said to him,—
"My friend, this may be the turning-point with your soul for eternity. It has pleased the Lord to show you the evil of your ways; and now my advice to you is, break off your sins at once, and do works meet for repentance. Take off the shackles of these poor creatures, and tell them they are at liberty to go."