Mrs. Fleet had not much pain. She seemed gently wafted as by an ebbing tide away from time and earth, Kindly but firmly she sought to prepare Dennis's mind for the change soon to take place. At first he could not endure its mention, but she said, earnestly: "My son, I am not dying. I am just entering on the true, real, eternal life--a life which is as much beyond this poor feeble existence as the sun is brighter than a glow-worm. I shall soon clasp my dear husband to my heart again, and, oh, ecstasy! I shall soon in reality see the Saviour whom I now see almost continually in vision." Then again she would turn toward her earthly treasures with unutterable yearning and tenderness. "Oh, that I could gather you up in my arms and take you all with me!" she would often exclaim. Many times during the day she would call the little girls from their play and kiss their wondering faces. One evening Dennis came home and found a vase of flowers with a green background of mint at his mother's bedside. Their delicate fragrance greeted him as soon as he entered. As he sat by her side holding her hand, he said, softly: "Mother, are not these sprays of mint rather unusual in a bouquet? Has the plant any special meaning? I have noticed it before mingled with these mysterious flowers." She smiled and answered, "When I was a girl its language was, 'Let us be friends again.'" "Do you think--can it be possible that _she_ sends them?" said he, in a low, hesitating tone. "Prayer is mighty, my son." "And have you been praying for her all this time, mother?" "Yes, and will continue to do so to the last." "Oh, mother! I have lost hope. My heart has been full of bitterness toward her, and I have felt that God was against it all." "God is not against her learning to know Him, which is life. Jesus has loved her all the time, and she has wronged Him more than she has you." Dennis bowed his head on his mother's hand, and she felt hot tears fall upon it. At last he murmured: "You are indeed going to heaven soon, dear mother, for your language is not of earth. When will such a spirit dwell within me?" "Again remember your mother's words," she answered, gently; "prayer is mighty." "Mother," said he, with a sudden earnestness, "do you think you can pray for us in heaven?" "I know of no reason to the contrary." "Then I know you will, and the belief will ever be a source of hope and strength." Mrs. Fleet was now passing through the land of Beulah. To her strong spiritual vision, the glories of the other shore seemed present, and at times she thought that she really heard music; again it would seem as if her Saviour had entered the plain little room, as He did the humble home at Bethany. Her thoughts ran much on Christine. One day she wrote, feebly: "Would Miss Ludolph be willing to come and see a dying woman? ETHEL FLEET."