Ere the child's spirit passed to glory, whilst he lay pillowed in his mother's arms (for Prissy had taken the baby from her), he opened his eyes, and with a sweet smile said, "Mother—lady (the name by which he always addressed Prissy)—Jesus."
Then, folding his little hands in prayer, he said, "Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come." He could add no more.
The mother's eyes met those of Priscilla, and in a moment, both knew the little one was already in that kingdom to which Jesus hath said the children who have come to him belong.
It was Priscilla who finished the next clause of the prayer—"Thy will be done."
"Little Charlie is with Jesus now," she whispered.
And the mother dried her eyes as she said, "And it was your hand led him to Him, miss—your voice that taught him to sing the hymns he is singing to-day in the kingdom of God."
If that were indeed so, had not Priscilla Warner done a work far exceeding that which would have gained her any earthly fame—a work which, as Harry Lascelles had said, angels might envy her the doing of?
[CHAPTER XII.]
AT THE GOLD DIGGINGS.
"More and more my eyes were clouded,
Till at last God's glorious light
Passed away from me for ever,
And I lived and live in night."