'I think you'd like to see her, Dan?'
'I would--I would indeed, Sir.'
And there was little Lily, never so like the lily before. Poor old Sally
had laid early spring flowers on the white coverlet. A snow-drop lay by
her pale little finger and thumb, just like a flower that has fallen
from a child's hand it its sleep. He looked, at her--the white angelic
apparition--a smile, or a light upon the face.
'Oh, my darling, my young darling, gone--"He is not a man as I am, that
I should answer him."'
But poor Dan, loudly crying, repeated the noble words of Paul, that have
spoken down to us through the sorrows of nigh two thousand years--
'For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are
alive, and remain unto the coming of the Lord, shall not prevent them
which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a
shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God; and
the dead in Christ shall rise first.'
And so there was a little pause, and the old man said--
'It was very good of you to come to me, my good young friend, in my
helplessness and shipwreck, for the Lord hath hid himself from me; but
he speaks to his desolate creature, my good Dan, through your gracious
lips.
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