It was not very long after the children learned to look away from earth to the blest abode beyond the skies, when Lolly began to droop and grow weak and listless; and, although her parents and Maddie thought it was but a trifling illness, she herself felt that her Father was about to call her home. She was not afraid to die; and, when she grew so languid that her little feet lost the power to take her to the Sunday-school, Miss Mason and Alice and the kind minister came often to talk to her of her approaching joy. There was one beautiful little story that the minister used to tell her over and over again, she liked it so much. I do not know whether he made it, or whether he got it from some book; but I want to tell it to you, for I like it as well as Lolly did. It is this:--"There was a bright, beautiful butterfly that was about to die. She had laid her eggs on a cabbage-leaf in the garden; and, as she thought of her children, she said to a caterpillar that was crawling upon the leaf, 'I am going to die. I feel my strength fast failing, and I want you to take care of my little ones.' "The caterpillar promised, and the butterfly folded her wings and breathed her last. "Then the caterpillar did not know what to do. She wanted some instruction with regard to her charge: so she thought she would ask a lark, that went soaring up into the blue sky. At first the lark was silent, and plumed his wings and went up--up--up, as if to gather wisdom for his answer; and then he came, singing, down and said,-- "'I'll tell you something about your charge; but you won't believe me. These young butterflies that you look for will become caterpillars.' "'Poh! poh!' said the old caterpillar. 'I don't believe a word of it.' "'No; I told you you wouldn't. And what do you suppose they will live upon?' said the lark. "'Why, the dew and the sweet honey from the flowers, to be sure,' replied the caterpillar. 'That is what all butterflies live on.' "'They won't, indeed,' said the lark. 'They will eat cabbage-leaves.' And he went soaring away again into the clear heavens. "Presently, back he came and said to the caterpillar,-- "'I'll tell you something stranger still about yourself. You'll be a beautiful butterfly.' "The caterpillar laughed at the idea; but, as she turned around and saw the eggs upon the leaf all hatched into little crawling caterpillars, she was forced to believe what the lark had said concerning herself; and she went about as happy as could be, telling everybody what a glorious change would come to her after she had folded herself in her close chrysalis."