"Not merry, Sir it isn't merry; but I like it very much."
"The tune or the words?"
"Both, Sir."
"What do you mean by the land of Canaan?"
"Heaven, Sir."
"And do you like to think about that, at your age?"
"Why, certainly, Sir! Why not?"
"Why do you?"
"Because it is a bright and happy place," said Ellen, gravely, "where there is no darkness, nor sorrow, nor death, neither pain nor crying; and my mother is there, and my dear Alice, and my Saviour is there; and I hope I shall be there too."
"You are shedding tears now, Ellen."