"'I don't remember them all. I will say all I can: _"The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him and delivereth them."_ _"Oh, fear the Lord, ye his saints: for there is no want to them that fear him."'_ "'Do you think that's always true, Lizzie?' "'I don't know,' she said, with a puzzled look; 'we want something now. You want work, and I want to be well and strong to help you; but maybe it doesn't mean we shall have everything we want, but all that is best for us. That's what mother used to say, and that's what the next verse says too: _"The young lions do lack and suffer hunger, but they that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing."_ And perhaps it isn't here that we shall not want. You said "there was no hunger there," didn't you, father?' "'Yes, Lizzie.' "'And then there is that other verse, father: _"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."'_ "Her voice trembled as she said it, and she paused, for they were her mother's dying words. "'We will fear no evil, father. We won't stop trusting; will we, father?' "'No, Lizzie; I sometimes fear I should if it weren't for you. What should I do without you?' and his arms grasped her closer, as if even the thought were painful. "'O father, you would be glad that God had taken me where I couldn't suffer any more, and where I should be straight and pretty like other children.' "'You are pretty now, Lizzie. I never see any face that looks so beautiful to me.' "'But it isn't like other children's, father. When Mrs. Smith came in to-day, she had a pretty little girl with her, with such bright golden hair, and such rosy cheeks, and so tall and straight, she must look like the angels, I think. And when I looked at her, it was so hard to keep the tears from coming. I had to keep thinking of what mother told me when I read about the pool where the sick people washed and were made well; and I said I wished there was such a pool now. Mother said the river of death was such a pool, and that after I had crossed it, I should be like the angels in heaven. But she said, father, she should still know me; so, father, you will keep on trusting and praising too, won't you, if God takes me there?' "He made no answer, but held her closely to him, till the few coals in the grate grew white, and the room grew cold. "'It's too cold for you here, Lizzie, and we can't have any more coals to-night. Shall I put you in bed now?' "'Let me sing mother's hymn first, father.' "He raised her a little, and in a sweet, low voice she began singing:-- "'Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest; Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest; Onward and onward still be thine endeavour, The rest that remaineth endureth for ever.