54 The Story of the ITamil'ons.

miserable!" And she cried bitterly; but at
last, from utter weariness, she stopped, and,
wiping her eyes, once more looked round
her at the landscape. "How stupid I am
to cry so! my eyes will not be fit to be
seen. But, oh, dear, oh, dear, I can't help
it; I am so dreadfully unhappy!" and again
her eyes filled and her voice became choked.
With an effort, however, she succeeded in
subduing her emotion, saying, "I mustn't, I
won't cry any more. I'll look at these dar-
ling clouds, and see if I can't quiet myself."
Gradually, from the clouds and Georgie, her
thoughts were led to heaven, to the ever-
lasting mansions in the skies, and the Saviour
waiting there to crown his redeemed; and
as she dwelt on all the glories of that eternal
rest, her spirit grew calm, and from the
depths of her heart she prayed, Lord, help
me ; make me thankful for all thy mercies;
take away my evil temper, and make me
truly one of thy people, and fit me for thy
blessed kingdom, that when thou callest me
from the trials and temptations and sorrows
of this world, I may be found ready to live
with thee for ever, for the sake of our Re-
deemer, our Sanctifier, our God. Help me,
oh, my Father, now and always. Amen."