"I am dying—I have not time to search for myself—see if there is any promise for me!"
"Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out;'" repeated Mr. Lacy, instantly. "'He is able also, to save unto the uttermost all them, who come unto God by Him,—seeing He ever liveth to make intercession for them.'"
The fading eyes were re-lit with eagerness.
"Is that there? did He say so, or did you?"
"He said it, who declares, moreover, that He is not willing for 'any to perish but that all should turn and live.'"
His dying gaze was upward, and his lips moved in prayer.
"To the uttermost—the uttermost!" he whispered. "'Lord! remember—me,—when Thou comest—into—Thy—'"
He sank into a stupor; and the physician administered another stimulant. He had besought them not to permit him to sleep while reason lasted. One and another had come in, on hearing of his danger, and the room was nearly filled; but there was not a word or loud breath, to distract the meditations of the parting soul.
Charley and Mrs. Dana were nearest him on one side, Ida and Mr. Lacy, on the other. He looked at them fondly.