OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



" The Lord have mercy on me ! " 



It was not a deliberate prayer, scarcely even a conscious 

 thought, but the natural movement of the soul. 

 Little wonder that, being what she was, she who had lain 

 down every night, as it were, in the very arms of Provi- 

 dence, should pass to her last sleep as simply and 

 fearlessly. 



" Are you frightened, mother ? " cried her daughter, bend- 

 ing over her at the very end. She opened her eyes and 

 smiled. 



"Frightened? How could I be frightened? Am I not 

 going to my best friend ? " 



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