"Then, my darling little sister" I cried, "you will give up--this struggle? You will let God do what He will with His own?" "I have to let Him," she replied; "but I submit because I must." I looked at her gentle, pure face as she uttered these words, and could only marvel at the will that had no expression there. "Tell me," she said, "do you think a real Christian can feel as I do? For my part I doubt it. I doubt everything." "Doubt everything, but believe in Christ," I said. "Suppose, for argument's sake, you are not a Christian. You can become one now." The color rose in her lovely face; she clasped her hands in a sort of ecstasy. "Yes," she said, "I can." At last God had sent her the word she wanted. MAY 28.-Helen came to breakfast this morning in a simple white dress. I had not time to tell the children not to allude to it, so they began in chorus: "Why, Aunt Helen! you have put on a white dress!" "Why, Aunty, how queer you look!" "Hurrah! if she don't look like other folks!" She bore it all with her usual gentleness; or rather with a positive sweetness that captivated them as her negative patience had never done. I said nothing to her, nor did she to me till late in the day, when she came to me, and said: "Katy, God taught you what to say. All these years I have been tormenting myself with doubts, as to whether I could be His child while so unable to say, Thy will be done. If you had said, 'Why, yes, you must be His child, for you professed yourself one a long time ago, and ever since have lived like one,' I should have remained as wretched as ever. As it is, a mountain has been rolled off, my heart. Yes, if I was not His child yesterday, I can become one to-day; if I did not love Him then, I can begin now." I do not doubt that, she was His child, yesterday and last year, and years ago. But let her think, what she pleases. A new life is opening before her; I believe it is to be a life of entire devotion to God, and that out of her sorrow there shall spring up a wondrous joy.