"Perhaps we are both on the journey, Phœbe,—both washed in the blood of the Lamb, and safe for the golden city. You will do all I have said for our babe, and train her in the faith of the Bible. Tell her my sad story, and tell her how all is forgiven in Christ Jesus. I am a warning to those who 'stand,' that they may shun my sin, and escape my sorrow; and I am an encouragement to those who have fallen into sin and sorrow, that they may look unto Him who only can save and comfort, and who says,—
"'Thou hast destroyed thyself, but in me is thy help found.'
"'Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy name.'
"Say the next, Phœbe, for I am very tired,—that is, my voice fails, but my soul is growing its wings."
"'Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases,'" continued the faithful nurse, repeating the beautiful psalm throughout with tender emphasis, while holy calmness spread over the dying face, and those "ministers of his that do his pleasure" waited around until the time for their joyful mission came.
"Phœbe," said the Countess, "we shall be ready for our journey—you understand?"
"Yes dear missy, all ready. Phœbe do all, or she die in it."
"And what is left, dear Phœbe, when we are gone, they can take; it will not matter then."
"De good Lord gib dem a big disappointment," murmured Phœbe; "but me terribly 'fraid dey come too soon."
"No, it is all right. One comes before them at the 'appointed time,' to take me to the true 'sanctuary.'
"'I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou has lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.'
"'Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.'"