our faithful friend!"

"Who has not lost one?" exclaimed a poor woman, at whose side stood
the little girls who had planted the flowers; "I know very well that
Miss Amelia's mother will take her place, she is so good and kind!
but it was no little joy to receive a visit from that sweet and
amiable young lady, so good, so pious, and so full of joy. Oh! what
should I have done with my husband, so long confined to his bed, if
this messenger of goodness had not procured work for me, and
recommended me to the ladies who now employ me. And then again, what
were we, until Miss Amelia spoke to us? How much she had to put up
with when I refused to read the Holy Scriptures! and yet she was
never weary of me. Oh! no; she came day after day, to exhort and to
teach me, and blessed be God, we begin now to know something of what
the Saviour has done for us.

"And," added she, drawing the little girl towards her, "I shall go
on with my dear children, reading and learning that word of God,
which was Miss Amelia's greatest joy.

"Come, come, my friends," she said, in a persuasive tone, "_we_
must also die, and be put each in his turn, under this ground; but as
our benefactress is not dead ... (no, she is not dead, for the Lord
has said it!)--so also shall not we die, if we follow in her steps."

The poor woman then wished us good day, and moved away with her
children. We all walked on together, still speaking of Amelia. My
brother took the names and addresses of many of the poor people, with
whom he had just been conversing, and spoke a few words to them of
comfort and encouragement.