when she and Mammy Grace were always permitted to go to church;
and of those sunset hours, when, seated in the door of the neat cabin,
she had joined with the old nurse and Uncle Simon in singing
those beautiful hymns they loved so well. How long it was since she
had tried to sing one! Before she was aware, she was humming,
in a low voice, the once familiar words:--

"Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And from that flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?"

Then, suddenly jumping over all the intervening verses, as if she,
a poor shipwrecked soul, were springing to the cable suddenly thrown
out before her, she burst out in a loud strain,--

"Whene'er you meet with trouble
And trials on your way,
Oh, cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray."

With what unction Uncle Simon used to pour forth that verse.
It was to him the grand cure-all, the panacea for every heart-trouble;
and over and over again he would sing it, always winding up in his
own peculiar fashion with a quick, jerked-out "Hallelujah! Amen."

His image rose vividly before Tidy at that moment, and, as the tears
began to roll down her cheeks, she clasped her hands over her face,
and cried, "Oh, I has forgot that. I has forgot to pray."
Then, falling on her knees, she poured forth such an earnest prayer