"It looks beautiful," said Audrey, with a sigh. "I do wish he could see it." "It's a good picture of the little lad now," said the old man; "for does not the Lord say, 'They shall be like unto the angels'? And of the angels we read, 'Their raiment is white as the light.' Yes, the Children of Light are clothed in the robes of light, even fine linen, clean and white, which is the righteousness of the saints. Once they were covered with sin, but now they are white and clean, made white in the blood of the Lamb, whiter than snow." "I wish we were all there," said Audrey, "you, and me, and Granny Robin, and Aunt Cordelia, and Stephen's father, and old Joe. Wouldn't Stephie be glad if we were to come?" As they walked home, Mr. Robin taught Audrey a little hymn, which she liked very much, and which she always repeated afterwards, when she came to look at Stephen's grave. "'Within the gate, they dwell at home, In rest, in life, in light; No grief, no sin, no care can come, But all is glad, is bright Within the gate.'" "'Without the gate, our weary feet Still tread the vale of tears; We often sin; our anxious hearts Are sometimes filled with fears, Without the gate.'" "'Open the gate, Lord Jesus! Come, Thou whom our hearts love well, And bid us enter Thy dear home, Where Thy beloved dwell. Open the gate!'" THE END. Butler & Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London.