She hastily ransacked the closets, and found
one of Mary's, trimmed with bright pink ribbon.

It was too late to change the ribbon, and
she was unwilling to leave Frado at home;
she knew it would be the wish of James she
should go with her. So tying it on, she said,
"Never mind, Frado, you shall see where our
dear James is buried." As she passed out, she
heard the whispers of the by-standers, "Look
there! see there! how that looks,--a black
dress and a pink ribbon!"

Another time, such remarks would have
wounded Frado. She had now a sorrow with
which such were small in comparison.

As she saw his body lowered in the grave
she wished to share it; but she was not fit to
die. She could not go where he was if she
did. She did not love God; she did not serve
him or know how to.

She retired at night to mourn over her
unfitness for heaven, and gaze out upon the
stars, which, she felt, studded the entrance of
heaven, above which James reposed in the
bosom of Jesus, to which her desires were has-
tening. She wished she could see God, and