“So little, that I almost forget it.”
“How good the Lord is!”
“And how unworthy am I!”
“You are going to see Him as He is.”
“I think—I hope—I believe that I am.”
She again fell into a short slumber.
Looking at her mother, I said, “What a mercy to have a child so near heaven as yours is!”
“And what a mercy,” she replied, in broken accents, “if her poor old mother might but follow her there! But, sir, it is so hard to part!”
“I hope through grace by faith you will soon meet, to part no more: it will be but a little while.”
“Sir,” said the Dairyman, “that thought supports me, and the Lord’s goodness makes me feel more reconciled than I was.”