"You, too, dearest, will see him soon. He never delays when the time is ripe for his coming. It will not be long; you, too, will see him soon." So we parted, each to the duties of the hour. CHAPTER VIII. Sae little noo I ken o' blessed, bonnie place, I only ken it's Hame, whaur we shall see His face It wad surely be eneuch forever mair to be In the glory o' His presence, in oor ain countrie. Like a bairn to his mither, a wee birdie to its nest, I wad fain be gangin' noo unto my Savior's breast, For he gathers in his bosom witless, worthless lambs like me, And carries them himsel' to his ain countrie. --[Mary Lee Demarest. The following morning my brother said to me, after an interesting hour of instruction: "Shall we go for the promised visit to Mrs. Wickham now?" "Indeed, yes!" I answered eagerly; so we at once set forth. We soon reached her lovely home and found her waiting at the entrance as though expecting us. After a cordial greeting to our friend, my brother said: "I will leave you together for that 'long talk' for which I know you are both eager, and will go my way to other duties. I will find you, later on, at home." The last remark to me. "All right," I answered. "I am familiar with the way now, and need no attendance." After he had gone, my friend took me all over her lovely home, showing me, with great pleasure, the rooms prepared for each beloved member of her earthly household still to come. One very large room, into whose open windows at each end the blossom- and fruit-laden boughs of the immortal trees looked invitingly, was evidently her especial care; she whispered to me, "Douglass always did like a large room. I am sure he will like this one." And I was also sure. Returning down the broad stairway, we found it entered into a very large music-room, with broad galleries supported by marble columns, running across three sides of it, on a level with the second floor. In this gallery was a number of musical instruments--harps, viols, and some unlike any instruments I had ever seen elsewhere. The room itself was filled with easy-chairs, couches and window-seats, where listeners could rest and hear the sweet harmonies from the galleries. "My daughter," my friend explained, "who left us in early childhood, has received a fine musical training here, and is fond of gathering in her young friends and giving us quite often a musical treat. You know our old home of Springville has furnished some rare voices for the heavenly choirs. Mary Allis, Will Griggs, and many others you will often hear in this room, I trust." We re-entered, from this room, the dainty reception hall opening upon the front veranda and outer steps. Here Mrs. Wickham drew me to a seat beside her and said: "Now, tell me everything of the dear home and all its blessed inmates."