62 BE TRUE.

That night the little girl lay awake,
thinking much of life’s uncertainty
and its dreary changes; she thought
of the beautiful niece that the poor
sorrowing lady had so recently laid
in the grave; then her thoughts na-
turally reverted to the sad changes
in her own short life; of the dear
mother whose image still lived in
her memory; of the once kind father
who now slept in his narrow house.
Laura’s heart swelled, and the tears
gushed from her eyes. But then
she thought of that land where the
weary will find rest; of the little
space between her and those who
had gone before; of the conditions
on which mortals will be permitted
to enter the better country. “I will
try,” thought the little girl, “I will be
good and true:” and with the peace