on, he frequently looked back upon the newly-covered grave.

"The same thing happened to me," said the workman. "The mother of
these two little children died ten months ago; we were in want of
everything, then, and I knew not even how to dress these children.
Believe me, Miss," he added, addressing me with feeling, "when the
mother is gone, all is gone!... but our gracious God did not forsake
us, for He sent us his angel; I say His angel, although she is at
present much more than an angel!... Is she not indeed a child of God
in heaven? ... but, in short, she clothed these two little ones, and I
am sure she did not spare herself in working for them; the clothes
they now wear were made chiefly by that dear young lady's hands. Then
she used to come and visit us; she often made my two children go to
her house, and always gave them good advice. She also sent them to
school, and although it was certainly her mother who paid for them,
yet it was Miss Amelia who taught them to read at home, and who,
almost every Sunday, made them repeat their Bible lessons.

"Ah, Miss," he continued, "all that that dear young lady did for us,
for our souls as well as for our bodies, will only be known in
heaven, and at the last day. For my part, and I say it here over her
grave, and in the presence of God, I am certain, that when the Lord
Jesus shall raise us all up again, the works of Miss Amelia will
follow her, and we shall then see that while upon earth she served
God with all her heart.

"No," he added, as he wiped away the tears from his children's eyes,
"I would not wish her to return from the glory which she now enjoys,
at the same time I cannot conceal from you, that my heart mourns for
her, and that I know we have lost our consolation, our benefactress,