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‘arnest gaze on him; of the hand,
cold and feeble, but fondly grasping
his own; of the words falling from
lips on which death was setting his
seal—those words of solemn im-
port; the promise given to the spirit
which waited only to hear, that as
she had been loved and cherished,
so should the daughter be.

«“T will see Laura before I go,” said
Mr. Wingate; “I will soothe the poor
child, and renew the promise made
to her mother.”

He went to the room. The heart-
stricken child was telling all her
eriefs and sorrows to her heavenly
Father; she was asking for grace
« sufficient for her, and strength equal
to her day.” Mr. Wingate entered
softly, and knelt by her side. In few
words he commended his little girl