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Poor Bessie’s tears had long been flowing, and now her grief seemed uncontrollable.  Nor did her aunt attempt consolation; for she hoped there was a healing in that sorrow.

“Pray for me!” whispered Bessie, as, at length, looking up through her tears, she flung her arms about her aunt; and from a full heart Aunt Ruth prayed for the weeping child.

That scene was never forgotten by Bessie; for in that twilight hour, a light dawned upon her, brighter than the morning.  And, although it had cost Aunt Ruth not a little to call up this dark shadow from the past, yet she felt repaid a thousandfold for her sacrifice.  For that sweet young face, lovely as a May morning, but whose beauty had been often marred by the workings of deceit and falsehood, grew radiant in the clear light of that truthful purpose which was then born in her soul.

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TWO WAYS OF READING THE BIBLE.

“Would you like another chapter, Lilian dear?” asked Kate Everard of the invalid cousin whom she had lately come from Hampshire to nurse.

“Not now, thanks; my head is tired,” was the reply.

Kate closed her Bible with a feeling of slight disappointment.  She knew that Lilian was slowly sinking under incurable disease, and what could be more suitable to the dying than constantly to be hearing the Bible read?  Lilian might surely listen, if she were too weak to read for herself.

Kate was never easy in mind unless she perused at least two or three chapters daily, besides a portion of the Psalms; and she had several times gone through the whole Bible from beginning to end.  And here was Lilian, whose days on earth might be few, tired with one short chapter!

“There must be something wrong here,” thought Kate, who had never during her life kept her bed for one day through sickness.  “It is a sad thing when the dying do not prize the word of God.”

“Lilian,” said she, trying to soften her naturally quick, sharp tones to gentleness, “I should think that now, when you are so ill, you would find special comfort in the Scriptures.”

Lilian’s languid eyes had closed, but she opened them, and fixing her soft, earnest gaze upon her cousin, replied, “I do—­they are my support; I have been feeding on one verse all the morning.”

“And what is that verse?” asked Kate.

“‘Whom I shall see for myself,’” began Lilian slowly; but Kate cut her short—­

“I know that verse perfectly—­it is in Job; it comes just after ’I know that my Redeemer liveth;’ the verse is, ’Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another.’”

“What do you understand by the expression ’not another’?” asked Lilian.

“Really, I have never particularly considered those words,” answered Kate.  “Have you found out any remarkable meaning in them?”

“They were a difficulty to me,” replied the invalid, “till I happened to read that in the German Bible they are rendered a little differently; and then I searched in my own Bible, and found that the word in the margin of it, is like that in the German translation.”