"Say that again," said the dean. "I do not know that I fully caught your meaning."
"I am in God's hands: and if He takes me to Him earlier than I thought to have gone, I know it must be for the best."
"How long have you reposed so firm a trust in God?"
"All my life," answered Henry, with simplicity: "mamma taught me that with my letters. She taught me to take God for my guide; to strive to please Him; implicitly to trust in Him."
"And you have done this?"
"Oh no, sir, I have only tried to do it. But I know that there is One to intercede for me."
"Have you sure and certain trust in Christ?" returned the dean, after a pause.
"I have sure and certain trust in Him," was the boy's reply, spoken fervently: "if I had not, I should not dare to die. I wish I might have received the Sacrament," he whispered; "but I have not been confirmed."
"Henry," said the dean, in his quick manner, "I do believe you are more fitted for it than are some who take it. Would it be a comfort to you?"
"It would indeed, sir."