Emily came and tried to tell her that her dear little brother had gone to God. She pointed to the crib, as if to say he was there. Emily said, "his soul has gone to God." "And has papa's soul gone too?" she asked quickly, "my brother couldn't go alone; he was too little." Oh, how my tears burst forth afresh! "Pauline," said Emily, "the angels came from heaven to take dear little Walter's soul up to God. Jesus wanted him there." "How long will he have to stay there?" "Oh, Pauline!" I exclaimed, "he will never, _never_ come back, we shall never see him again." The poor stricken child sobbed aloud. Mother took her from me. "Go to Frank," she whispered, "and I will try to soothe her." I went below, and softly entered the library, where my dear husband knelt by the sofa, with his face buried in his hands. I went gently to his side, when he put his arm around me. I whispered, "pray for me too." And in a broken voice, interrupted by convulsive sobs, he did pray that we might not murmur at this stroke of our father's rod. After a while, I heard a gentle knock at the door, and Cæsar's voice asking if mass'r Frank would please eat some breakfast. When he saw me, the poor man cried aloud. Oh! what an idol he had made of his young master! His large faithful heart was swelling with grief, which he had in vain tried to control. I gave him my hand, and found a world of comfort in his sympathizing tears. "Oh, missus Lenox!" said he sobbing, "I 'spects 'twas God's will." "Yes, Cæsar, but it's hard for my poor heart to say 'Thy will be done.' You must pray for me, Cæsar." "Oh, missus!" said he, "we'se all got to pray for dat." I left Frank walking the room, and went up stairs where mother was dressing Pauline. Ann I found sitting on a trunk in her chamber, with her head upon the bed, weeping bitterly. "My good Ann," I said, "will you come in and stay by the side of the crib while we are below?" I tried to compose myself, but broke down again. "I can't, oh, I can't!" she cried, "don't ask me. I can't see him yet." Finding her in such a condition, I left her, and begged mother to allow me to remain with my boy; but she said, it was my duty to go below to my husband. It was in vain for us to try to eat. Pauline sobbed so violently, that her father was obliged to hold her in his arms to soothe her. I severely blamed myself for saying what I said to the sensitive child. "My little daughter," said Frank in a most touching tone, "when you say your prayers, do not you ask God to make you a good child, so that you can go to heaven? And then you prayed God last night to make your little brother good, so that he could go; did you not ask this?" She could hardly speak, but she sobbed out, "I didn't ask God to take him so soon, I wanted us to go together." Her father could but press her to his heart. How often had we prayed that they might be fitted for heaven; but alas! had not dreamed of such a sudden separation. _Tuesday, March 20th._