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BEAUTIFUL RIENZL, 189 thousand of miles to befriend our poor doomed family? tell me, that I may bless his name!” ‘“‘ Reserve your blessings, child,” he responded, gravely, ‘until I have earned them by Heaven’s help. Meantime, believe in the fidelity of one who has long known your sister —Dr. Pemberton.” CHAPTER XXV- MY FRIEND. ‘‘ Rise, happy morn! rise holy morn! Draw forth the cheerful day from night; O Father! touch the eastand light The light that shone when Hope was born!” TENNYSON. I fell on my knees in my own room and prayed as I had never prayed before to that God who had sent me my heart’s desire—a friend in need. My dark cloud of unbelief fell from my soul in that ar- dent prayer of thanks and contrition. My spirit, chastened by long trial, turned to the sun at last, and all my life of vain struggling passed in review before me. JI laid myself and my sorrows at the feet of the Christ who was caring for my loved ones; I resolved to devote my life to Him. Sweet hope and trust filled my being then; I wept with pure love; my soul, which had been a rebellious and shuddering im- mortal, exulted in its Saviour and feared no more. As thus I crouched by my bed, trembling with excess of ecstasy, Sophie came in, and to her I turned my rapture- shining face, eager to impart my feast of consolation. “Sophie,” I whispered; ‘“‘weep no more. They are in God’s hands; that takes away the bitterness. Iam ready to give them up if Providence wills it, or I will take one back, and bless the Giver. Sophie, be resigned, and give cheer- fully.” “Dear miss,” said the girl, wiping her tears away, ‘I’ve prayed and prayed, but I don’t see as my prayers can help "em much now. Howsomever, that strange doctor has sent me up, Miss Iva, to see if you are in your bed; he says you’ve got to take a rest after what you suffered.” “We shall obey whatever he says,” I answered, rising with CORNUCG OOO S (©)