But she is now gone to be with them, and I hope soon to
meet her."
Julia bid the lady good bye, and went towards her home. As she walked
slowly along, she thought to herself, "Elsie with the angels!" and she
dwelt upon the theme till her mother, seeing her rather different in
her conduct, asked her the cause, when she replied, "Oh, mother! I
want to dwell with the angels."
* * * * *
FLORA AND HER PORTRAIT.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," said Anne
Jones, to a lady whom she met at the grave where her child had been
lain a few weeks.
"Oh, yes! but I may never have it," replied the woman as she stood
weeping at the grave.
Anna did not understand the mother's tears, but in a few moments she
became calm, and continued to explain.
"Not many weeks before my child's illness, as we were walking together
in the city, an artist observed my daughter and followed us to our
humble home. He praised her countenance to me, and said her beauty was
rare. In all his life he had never seen face to compare with it, nor
an eye so full of soul, and begged to have me consent to his drawing
her portrait.
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