"Now, Maddy, sing me one of our sweet hymns." "What shall it be, dear?" "'How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord;' that is one of my favorites." And Madeline sang the beautiful words with touching pathos. Effie was not able to sit up all that day, but continued in the same happy, tranquil state of mind. Time wore away--gradually Effie's strength declined. One day, being a little stronger, she called Madeline to her side, and said, "Bring me the box, dear, which you will find in my upper drawer," and accordingly Madeline obeyed. "I have none but you, Miss Matilda, and Roland, Maddy, and I want to distribute my few trifling keepsakes, before I am too weak. My Bible, my breastpin, with my mother's hair, and my little desk, are for Roland; my mourning ring, the gift of Miss Matilda, and the likeness, which you remember we had taken in New York, are both for you; my hymn-book, my knitting-bag and caba, are for Miss Matilda. I bought a little book for each of the servants, when I was in New York; write my name in each. You may do what you please with my clothes; I think, however, it would be well to distribute them among our little scholars--now I have nothing more to do with earth, but just to wait my Father's will; when he is ready, he will send for me." There was a picture of the Believer's Vision on the wall opposite to where Effie reposed, and as she lay there with folded hands, and sweet expression of perfect peace, Madeline had learned to associate the two, and ever after, would that touching picture speak of Effie. "Madeline, I promised Roland that I would send for him when the change was near; I think that it will not be many days before I shall be out in the blessed light of Heaven. I asked the Doctor, yesterday, and he told me, Maddy, that it might be a very short time, or a few days, at farthest; will you send for Roland? This is Thursday, and he could be spared better on Saturday and Sunday." Madeline sent a few hasty lines, and on Saturday afternoon he arrived, pale and sad, for he understood the message. "You will stay with me, Roland, until all is over?" was the request of the dying girl. "I have made all my arrangements, and will not leave you, darling." "I want to see Mr. Hamilton alone, Roland; I have something to say to him; will you tell him, dear?" Madeline's father had learned to love the gentle blind girl, and when he entered, and saw the gray shadows of death upon her countenance, he could scarcely control his feelings.