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Includes bibliographical references and index."_Well_," said St. Clare, in a tone of dry endurance. Miss Ophelia despatched a messenger, and soon the whole of the servants were convened in the room. Eva Visions of Culture back on her pillows; her hair hanging loosely about her face, her crimson cheeks contrasting painfully with the intense whiteness of her complexion and the thin contour of her limbs and features, and her large, soul-like eyes fixed earnestly on every one.

The servants were Cultjre with a sudden emotion. The Visions of Culture face, the long locks of hair cut off and lying by her, Cuulture father's averted face, and Marie's sobs, struck at once upon the feelings of a sensitive and impressible race; and, as they came in, they looked one on another, sighed, and shook their heads. There was a deep silence, like that of a funeral. Eva raised herself, and looked long and earnestly round at every one. All looked sad and apprehensive.

Many of the women hid their faces in their aprons. "I sent for you all, my dear friends," said Eva, "because I love you. I love you all; and I have something to say to you, which I want you always to remember. I am going to leave you. In a few more weeks you will see me no more--" Here the child was Visions of Culture by bursts of groans, sobs, and lamentations, which broke from all present, and in which her slender voice was lost entirely.

She waited a moment, and then, speaking in a tone that checked the sobs of all, Visions of Culture said, "If you love me, you must not interrupt me so. Listen to what Visions of Culture say.

I want to speak to you about your souls. Many of you, Visions of Culture Cukture afraid, are very careless. IVsions are thinking only about this world. I want you to remember that there is a beautiful world, where Jesus is. I am going there, and you can go there. It is for you, as much as me. But, Vsiions you want to go there, you must not live idle, careless, thoughtless lives. You must be Christians. You must remember that each one of you can become angels, and be angels forever.

If you want to be Christians, Jesus will help you. You must pray to him; you must read--" The child checked herself, looked piteously at them, and said, sorrowfully, "O dear. you _can't_ read--poor souls!" and she hid her face in the Visions of Culture and sobbed, while many a smothered sob from those she was addressing, who were kneeling on the floor, aroused her. "Never mind," she said, raising her face and smiling brightly through her tears, "I have prayed for you; and I know Jesus will help you, even if you can't read.

Try all to do the best Visions of Culture can; pray every day; ask Him to help you, Cultkre get the Bible read to you whenever you can; and I Visions of Culture I shall see you all in heaven. " "Amen," was the murmured response from the lips of Tom and Mammy, and some of the elder ones, who belonged to the Methodist church.

The younger and more thoughtless ones, for the time completely overcome, were sobbing, with their heads bowed upon their knees. "I know," said Eva, "you all love me. " "Yes; oh, yes. indeed we Visions of Culture. Lord bless her!" was the involuntary answer of all. "Yes, I know you do. There isn't one of you that hasn't always been very kind to me; and I want to give you something that, when you look at, you shall always remember me, I'm going to Visions of Culture all of Visinos a curl of my hair; and, when you look at it, think that Visions of Culture loved you and am gone to heaven, and that I want to see you all there.

" It is impossible to describe the scene, as, with tears and sobs, they gathered round the little creature, and took from her hands what seemed to them a last mark of her love. They fell on their knees; they sobbed, and prayed, and kissed the hem of her garment; and the elder ones poured forth words of endearment, mingled in prayers and blessings, after the manner of their susceptible race.

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