cheeks; "we must all die, you know we must, and death is very sweet to those who love the Lord Jesus Christ."
"O, my child," said his mamma, "why do you talk of dying? you will live to be a judge yet, and we shall see you with seven silver sticks before your palanquin."
"I do not wish it, mamma," said Henry.
The more Mrs. Baron looked at Henry, the more she was af-
