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can't complain of you, Emily, lately, nor Lydia," she
added, with a kind smile.
 "Nor me ?" said Susan, looking up half ashamed;
"well, I really will try to do better next half year, but
then if I were ever so good, Mrs. Palmer says that
doesn't save us."
 You would soon see the impossibility of that when
you once began," said Miss Wilmot; it is for Christ's
sake only that we have hope, but if we love Him we
shall be sure to try to please Him; and He is always
ready to help."
 "What if we don't care to love Him much ?" said
Susan, who was becoming very much in earnest.
 Miss Wilmot replied by quoting a favourite psalm-
 "( 0! make but trial of his love,
 Experience will decide
 How blest are they and only they
 Who in his truth confide."

 "But still about dying; poor Mr. Palmer! it
must be very hard !"
 "Christ has taken away the sting of death."
 "' Yes, so it says, and it must be true; but still the
mere act of dying seems awful-the parting of soul
and body !" Susan shuddered. "I remember poor
Alice Payne: I told you about her last summer,
Lydia; she died of lock-jaw; oh, it was very dread-
ful. I am so glad Mrs. Willis has left off wearing that
French bonnet, it always reminded me of her. She
had one just like it, and had it on the last time I saw
her; she died three days after."
 "I think it is not wise to dwell on that, Susan; I
mean if we go no farther; for if God is so willing
to help us all our life we know He will not for-
sake us when most we need strength. Would it be