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Poor Ella! Her life had been one round of fashionable folly, and
now that the world was fading from her view, her fainting soul
cried out for light to guide her through the shadowy valley her
feet were soon to tread. And light came at last, through the word
of God and the teachings of the faithful clergyman, who was sent
for at her request, and who came daily up to see her. There was no
more fear now--no more terror of the narrow tomb, for there was
_One_ to go with her--one whose arm was powerful to save; and
on Him Ella learned to lean, clinging still with an undying love
to her husband, with whom she often talked of the time when he
would be alone and she be far away.
"It is so hard to give you up," she said one day, when as usual he
was sitting by her side; "so hard to say good-by forever, and know
that though you will miss me at first, and mourn for me too, there
_will_ come a time when another will take my place--another
than Ella can call you hers; but I am willing," she continued, as
she saw him about to speak, "willing that it should be so.
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