a clean and beautiful banqueting room to receive the Lord Jesus when he
comes to you, under the sacramental veil; and, being near the end of
your pilgrimage, it is not likely that it will be again defiled by sin.
Oh, how happy is the thought of going up through faith and repentance,
without a stain, into the presence of our divine Lord!"

"_Me_, Miss May! _all_ that for an old crippled nigger like me?"
exclaimed Aunt Mabel, wiping her eyes.

"Yes, all that, and more--ten thousand times more. But now, Aunt
Mabel, you must begin to examine carefully your past life; to remember
the sins which have blotted it, and beg of Almighty God the grace of
true repentance, sincere, humble repentance, that you may make a good
general confession. And here," continued May, taking off her own
medal, and hanging it around Aunt Mabel's neck, "say the little prayer
on this a hundred times a day, if you can remember it: '_Oh, Mary,
conceived without sin, pity me, a poor sinner, who have recourse to
thee_.' It is a medal of our Blessed Lady, who will obtain from her
divine Son, for you, all that you may need. Can you say the prayer?"

"Oh, Mary, conceived without sin, pity me, a poor sinner, who have
recourse to thee," repeated the old woman.

"Say it over and over again, until you know it perfectly," said May.

"I got it in here, honey, fast," replied the old woman, pointing to her
heart.

"That is right. Now, can I do any thing for you?"