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uitou rotr's caaiiv. XXVI.

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H W not for those wlloltl the veil ofthe tooth In 31"». early morning, hath hid from our eyes."

Dcuth—Evn’s Bedroom—Topsy's Noaegay-— Conventional. Thankfullncsa--Eva’s Farewell -Parting Gifts-—A II‘at.hcr‘a Agony-Wht is being a christian !-—lIatsrnal “ Anxieties" —Mysterious Intimatioas--A Change—'I‘he Departure.

Ii‘.va’s sanaoon was a spacious apartment,

which, like all the other rooms in the house,

opened on to the broad varsadah. The room communicated, on one side, with her (ether and mu-her’s apartment; on the other, with that sp-

ropriatsd to Miss Ophelia. St. Clare had grati-

etl his own are and taste in furnishing this room in a style that had a peculiar keeping with the character of her for whom it was intended. The windows were hung with curtains of roea-coloalad

and white muslin; the door was spread with a

matting which had been ordered in Paris, to a

pattern of his own device. having round it a bor-

dei ofreaahuds and leaves, and a centre-piece with full-blown roaaa. bedstead. chairs. and louniiea were of bamboo, wrought in peculiarly graceful and fanciful patterns. Over the head of

a head was an alabaster bracket, on which a beautiful sculptured angel stood, with ping wings. holding out a crown of atyrtloleavaa. I-‘rota this depended. over the bad, light curtains of rose-coloured gauze, striped with silver, supply- ’ that rutaotiou fem raoaapitoa which i an in- dispensable addition to all s aeping acoomodatiori ‘ that lmate. The graceful hatshoo lounges were amply supplied with ensaiona cfroee-coloured damask, while over t.heta,.ds-phnding from the hands of sculptured figures, were ‘ similar to those ufths had. A light, fsneifal harn- boo tabla stood in the middle of the room. where a Parian vase, wrought in the shape of a white lily. with its buds, stood, aver filled with lowers. On this table lay Eva's books and trinkets, with an elegantly-wrought alabaster writing-stand, which her father had supplied to‘ her when he saw her trying to improve herself in’ writing. There was a fireplace in the room. and an the marble mantle above stood ahastifullv-wrought ssatsaln of Jesus receiving littla children, and on either side marble vases, for which it was'I'om’a delight to offer bouquets every morning. Two or three aaquisita paintings of olildran, in various attitudes, araballiahed the wall. In short, the eye could turn nowhere without meeting images of child-

, of beautv. and of peace. Those little a as never opened, in the morning light, without all- ing on soinetbing which suggested to the heart soothing and beautiful thoughts.

The deceitful strength which had buoyed Eva up for a little while was fast passing away; sel- dom and more seldom her light footatap was heard in the vcrsndah, and oftaoar and oftener she was found reclined on a little loan a by the open win- dow, her large deep ayes h on the rising and falling waters of the lake.

was towards the middle of the atternoon, as she was so reclining—har Bible half-open, her little transparent fingers lying liatlsasly between the svee-suddenly she heard her mother's voice, in shar tones, in the varandali.

" bat now, you bagg a? what new piece of mischief’ You've been pic-klng the flowers, ah I " and Eva heard the sound ol'a smart slap

" Law, mlssis! they’s for Miss Eva, ’ she heard a voice say, which she new belonged to Topsy.

*' Miss Eva! A pretty excuse! you suppose aha wants owei-‘s, you -for-not ing

' gerl Get along cl’ with you ! ' ' n a moment, Eva was of from her lounge, and la the verandah.

" Oh, don't, mother! I should like the lowers; do give them to Ills; I want them ! "

"' Why, Eva, your room is full now."

" Iean't have too many,” said Eva. " Topsy, do bring them here."

Topsy, who had stood sullanly, holding down her head, now came up and oflhred her flowers Shadld it with a look of hesitation and bashful- aeea. nits unlike the eldrich boldsem and bright- ness ice was and with hey.

'_‘ W! I heaatl l bonquetl ' said Eva. looking at it

it .'_'I| fillet I singular one—a brilliant scarlet geranium. and on single white yspouioa. with its :':~.z ..::'..'..°;;...‘.‘..'- “-*.-.e. :3“ - t amant OI every leaf bad carel.;:llqy!b'pes studinfmg ' Topsy looked pleased. astva ‘ , 4- pa .: '".:“i* '.:::'i r" 1"" 3-~-" ‘ It ' 1 . :lah ou'd rrrsniid wd«.iblg”e:«.;'e:;' I:-tit.” " all. that’a odd ! " said Marie, 0‘ What 1; the world do you want that for! " " Never mind, marrima; you'd as lief as not Tops should do it—bad you not! " " Jfeourse, anything you plaase,dearl Topsy’ you hear your young mistress : see that yen mind ’ Tog, made a short curtsey, and looked down; adrdmb tavaad away, li‘.va saw atear roll down I’

“ Y C mammal , Ikn wane- sahsttiin; for her

ad to mother.

" Obs Ionaaaaal it's on] bacstisa she likes to do nlashlslf &' aha mustn't ck lowers-eeahadaaalt thstselltlisrah tt. lstslyon tbam,soheis."

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“ Not since she's been here, I'm sure. If she hasn't been htlked to, and preached to, and every earthly thing done that anybody could do; and she's just so ugly, and always will be ; you can't make anything of the creitture Y"

But, mtintinn, it's so difiereiit to be brought up its I‘ve been, with so many fi-it-iitls, so many things to make me good and liu.ppy_; and to be brought up as she's been, all the time till she canto here .“

“ Most likely.“ said Mnrie, yitivning. “ Deer me, how hot it is !"

“ Misrnmn, you believe, don't you, that Topsy oou e an itngel, as well as any of us, if she were a Christian 1"

“ Topsy! what it ridiculous idea! Nobody but you would ever think of it. Isuppose she could, though."

“ But, mummu. isn't God her Father, us much as ours‘ Isn't Jesus her Suriourl"

I suppose God made rie. “ Where is my smell- ing- t e ?T’ _

“ It's such a pity-—oh! such th pity!" said . Eva, lookin out on the distant lake, and speak- ing half to erself.

“ What's a pity?” said Marie.

“ Why, that any one, who could be a bright

angel, and live with angels, should go all down. down. down, and nobody help them ! Oh, dear!" 9 Well, we cnn’t help it; it's no use worry- « ing, Eva! Idon’t know what's to be done; we ouyit so be thankful for our own advantages." “ I hardly can be," so.’ ‘a; “ I'm sosorry to think of poor folks that huven’t any." “ Ths.t’s o d enough," said Marie. I’m sure

my religion makes me thankful for my advan-

‘ Momma,” said Evu, “I wont to have some of in hair cut oll'—a od deal of it.”

“ hat ri” said uric.

“ Momma, I want to give some away to m ‘ friends, while I am able to give it to them my- a self. Wpn‘t you ask Aunty to come and cut it

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Marie raised her voice, and called Miss Ophe- lia from the other room. .

The child half rose front her pillow as she came in, and, shaking down her long lden

wn curls, said, rather playfully, “ Come Aunt , shear the shoe ."

“ hat's that!" said St. Clare, who badjust than entered with some fruit he had been out to get for her.

“ Papa, I just want Aunty to out oi’ some of my hair; there's too much of it, and it makes my head hot. Besides, I want to give some of it awe ." -

Miss Ophelia came with her scissors.

“ Take care, don't a ll the looks of it !” said her father; “ out on ernsath, where it won't show. Eva's curls are my ride.”

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“Yes, and I want them kept handsome afiinst the time I take you up to your uncle’s ntntion, to see Cousin Ilenrique,” said St.

, in a gay tone.

“ I shall never go there, papa ; I am going to a better eountr . 9h. do believe me !d‘Don’t you see, papa. t. get weaker every 1"

“ Why do you insist that I shall believz such a crud thing, Eva !" said her father.

“ Only because it is true, pops; and if you will believe it now, perhaps you will get to feel about it as I do.”

St. Clare closed hie lips, and stood gloomily eyeing the long beautiful cur-ls, which as the were separated from the child's head, were lai , one b one, in her lap. She raised them up, look earnestly at them, twined them around her thin ll rs. and looked from time to time anxiously at or father.

" It's just what I've been foreboding," said Marie ; “ it’s just what has been preying on my health from dny to dny, bringing me downward to the grave, though nobody regards it. I have seen this long. St. Clare, you will see, after it w ' , tlwasright."

“ Which will afitrd you great consolation, no doubt!” said St Llare, in a dry. hitter tone.

Msris lay back on a lounge, and covered her face with her eambric handkerchief.

lva’a clear blue eye looked earnestly from one to the other. It was the calm, comprehending

of a soul half loosed from its earthly bonds: t was evident she saw, felt, and appreciated the dileranoe between the two.

She beckoned with her hand to her father. Ila came, and sat down b her.

“ Papa, In strength des away every day, and I know must go. There are some things I want to say and do. that I ought to do ; and

are so unwilling to have me speak a word on fltis subject. But it must come: there‘s no putting it of. Do be willing I should speak now''

“My child, I cm willing," said St. Clare, ooverin his eyes with one hand, and holding up Eva a hand with the other.

“ Than I want to see all our people together. I have some things I must say to them, ‘ said

vs. “ WslI."' said St. Clare, in a tone of dry on-

durauoa. Miss Ophelia despatched a messenger, and soon the whole of servants were convened in

its la beckon her pillows, her hair hanging

loosely ut her face, her crimson cliseks con-

lasing pitifully with the intense whiteness of

com ion a s thin contour of her

lllll , futures, and her large, soul-like eyes nraudy on every one.

The servants were struck with a. sudden emo-

facs, the lopgfiocks of lip‘: 0| ‘ h , h at ‘ a r 709» II?‘ ‘I attyhfsrtrutg at on.crs'upovIi the Isslllp I Islldtlve and impressible race; and he they =‘tna In “.‘l one on another, ' ptghad' . shook bead . Th ds2‘sileaee, like that ad’ a t'un.aral. 6" wu ' - raied herself. and looked long and car- has round at every one. All looked sad and s h ;'.vs. Many of the woman hid their has tr e s.

"I sent lbr ypddnall, my dear friends,” said Iva, " bfiuse I love you. -I love you all; and

In ' to say to you,wldehIwant rantrsbsr.....langolngto‘

leave you. In it few more weeks, you will see me no more’’——-

Here the child was interrupted b bursts of

rooms, sobs, and lainentations, w ‘oh broke r-oni all resent, and in which her slender voice was lint entirely. She waited a moment, and then speaking in a tone that checked the sobs of all she said :-

“ Ii‘ you love me, you must not interrupt me so. Listen to whatl say. Iwaiit to speak to you about your souls. . . . Many of you, I am afraid, are very careless. You are thinkin only about this world. I wantyou to remember that there is is beautiful world. where Jesus is. [om going there, and you can go there; it is for you as much as me. But if you want to % there you must not live ldls, careless, though less lives ; you must us. You must remeinember that each one of you can become an els, and he angels for ever. . . . If you want to be Chistittns, Jesus will help you. on meat prgyto him ; on must read”-—

e child a eeked herself. looked piteously at them, and said sorrowfully—

“ Oh, dear! sad. Poor souls!"

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on corn‘! r _ and she hid bar has in the illow and sobbed, while man s. smothered so from those she was uddresing, who were kneeling on the door, aroused her.

“ Never mind,” she said, raising her face and smilin brightly throu her tears, “I_ have pray for you ; and know Jesus will

elp you, even if you can't read. Try all to de thebestyou con;‘pra evsrydaay; aakllimto help you, and get. it bible res to you when- ever you can ; and I think I shall see you all in heaven.”

“ Amen,” was the murmured res nsefront the lips of Tom and Mummy, and some of the older ones who belonged to the Methodist church. The younger and more thoughtless ones, for the time coin letoly overcome, were sobbing, with their bee. bowed upon their ass.

“ I know,” said Eva, “ on all love rue.”

“ Yes: oh, es! ind we do. Lord bless her!" was the involuntary answer of all.

" Yes, I know you do. arsisn'tono of you that hasn't always been very kind. to tile ; and I wantto give you something that, when u

ook at, you shall always remember me. ‘In going to give all of you a curl of my hair ; and when you look at it, think thpt I loved you an em gone to heaven. and that I want to see you all there."

_It is impossible to describe the scene, as, with tears and sobs, they pthsrsd around the little creature, and took from her hands what seemed to them a last mark I her love. The fill on their knees; the stabbed, and prayat{. and kissed the hem of t; and the elder ones poured forth war of andsormeut, mingled in prayers and blessings, man- ner of their susceptible race.

each one took their git, Miss Ophelia, who was apprehensive for e efict of all this excitement on her little patient, signed to each one to pass out of the a out.

At last, all were gone but Tom and Mammy.

‘* Here, Uncle Tom," suidEva, " is a beauti- ful one for . Oh, Iam so he py, Uncle T0111. to I shall see you in seven, for I’m sure I shall ; and Mammy,doar, good, kind Mamni !" she said, fondly throwing mind or old nurse, “ Iknow you'l be there,

“ 0 Miss Eva. don't see how I can live with- out ys, no how !” said the faithful creature. “ ‘Pears like it's Just taking everything of the place to oncet!" and Mammy pve way to a. passion of rief.

Miss Op elia pushed her and Tom gang from the apartment, and thought they were game; but as she turned, Topsy was slnnding

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t er . " Where did you start up from!” she said ddenl

“ I was here,” said Topsy, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“ 0 Miss Eva, I've been a bad girl ; but won't you 've me one, too I" “ es, poor Tops

every time you loo you, and wanted you to be a

l to be aural will. There : at that. think that I loved ' in ‘*0 Miss Eva, I it tr-yin

mod rt, -

. sutd Tops , earnestly ; “ but Lor, it's so ard, to be good‘ ‘Pears like I ain't used to it, no ways !"

“ Jesus knows it, Topsy ; he is sorry for you ; he will help you."

Topsy, with her eyes hid in her apron, was silent] passed from the apartment by Miss , Ophelia ; but, as she went, she hid the precious ‘

curl in her som. All bein ne, Miss Ophelia shut the door, That wort y dy had wiped sway many tears

of her own during the scene, but concern for the consequence of such an excitement to young charge was uppermost in her mind.

St Clare been sitting, during the whole time, with his hand shading his eyes, in the same attitude. When they were all gone, he set so still.

“lI_’spa!" said Eva‘ gently laying her hand On III.

He gave a sudden start and shiver, but made

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pa !" said Eva.

, saidSt.Clare,risin , “ lcosutot,” have it so! The Almighty both dealt my bit- terly with me !” and St. Clare pronounced these words with a bitter amp 'a indeed.

“ Augustine ! has not God a right to do what He will with his own I" said Miss Opha ' .

“ Perba so; but that doesn't make it ensicr to ar," said he. with a dry. . toarless manner, as he turned away.

_ “ pa, you break my heart! ' said Iva. risin and throwing herself into his arms; “ you must not feel so !" and the child sobhed and we t with a violence which alarmed them all, an turned her father's thoughts at once to another channel.

“ There. Eva-—thara, dearest! Hush ! hush! [was wrong; I was wicked. I will feel on way, do any we —only don't dishese yonrsa ; don’t sob so. {will he resigned i I was wltiad

to speak as I did. like a wa_aried dove ia.h¢

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E is ziitllilz-'p::nms;{nd be,be°r:mhgoverhsr.Ioo§- er av teade w think . Iaria’ros.eqantl tllraw hsrsadott id th‘

apartment into her own, when she fell into violent hysterics.

“ You didn't give me a curl, Eva," said has Ether smilln .

“ They are all yours, papa," old she, III:-. liug—“ your'a and mantma’si and you must give door Aunty as many as she wants I only gave them toour 'p:or people ynlf became you know, papa, '

sin gone, and because

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You are a Christina,

tn . ‘ lttlisiosgotten when. roots ,mIhopadit -igiitiiet

are on not, 1'’ mid Eva, duthflll . “JIV doprask Ire!” ’ “ I don't ow. You are so good, I don't

see how you can help it."

“ What is being a Christian, Eva !"

“ Loving Christ most ofall," said Eva.

“ Do you. Eve 3'’

“ Certainly I do.”

“ You never saw hlrn," said St. Clare.

“ That makes no dibr-once," said Iva. believe him, and in a few days I shall see him ;"

_and the young face grew lat-seat, radiant with

St. Clare said no more. It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother: but no chord within vibrated to it.

Eva after this deelinedrapidly; titers was no more any doubt of the event; the fondant hope could not be blinded. Ear beautiful room was avowsdly a. sick room; andrhlies Ophelia do and night riiorrned the duties of a nurse--an never._ id r '

friends a rectate bar value mass in that capacity. itli so well-n-ained a hand and eye, srseh feot adroitneas and prac-

tice in every art which could rorncta neatneas and comfort, and has out o sight every dia- sgtecahls incident 0 sickness--with such’ a rfsct sense of time, such a clear, untiroubled

End, such exact accuracy in remembering eve- :-y prescription and direction of the doctor's-

,e was evarythin to him. 'l‘b who had shrugged their data at her II o ulteri- unlike the care can free- dom of acuthren manners, acknowledged that now she was the exact person that was wanted.‘

Uncle Tom was much in Bva’s room. The

child. sufirad much from nervous restlessness, andiltwasareliaftohertobe at-rind; apduit was nine tastdsli ttocarryhoritc frail form rfiis arras,shr-eating on a pillow, now u anddcwnlierrooui, now out into the varantah: and when the fresh sea-breeaa blew from the Inks, and tire child hit freshest in the mornin , he would sometimes walk under a are trees in the garden, or sitting down in some of their old seats, singto their favourite old hymns.

-Ilsr fitharoikandsdthesame thing; buthis

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from ' ;aud , _w vrasweary "Opapa, atilommkern Poor-fellow!

to Tom. Every servant in the establishment showed the same feeling. and in their way did what the could. cor mm ‘a heart yearned towards her darling; but IL found no opprtunity, night or declared that the state of her . , of course, it was against her rin- ciplss to let any one also rest. Twenty nice in a. night Mammy would be roused to rub her feet, to bathe her head, to ind her pocket-handl karchief, to see what the noise was in Eva's roots, to let down a cumin because it was too light, or toppt it up because it was too dark; and, in the y-tilare, when she longed to have some share in the nursing of her pet, Marie seemed unusually ingenious in keeping her bus anywhere and everywhere all over the house, or about her own person : so that stolen interviews and momentary glimpses were all she could obtain. “ I feel it my duty to be ‘particularly careful of myself now," she won! say, "feeble as