Christ himself being the chief corner-stone."

"Yes, missus, dat's it for sure; ole Chloe knows dat's in de
Bible; an' if we be built on dat bressed corner-stone, we's safe
ebery one; I'se heard it many's de time, an' it fills dis ole
heart with joy an' peace in believing," she exclaimed, raising her
tearful eyes and clasping her hands. "But good night, missus; I
must put my chile to bed," she added, taking Elsie's hand.

"Good-night, Aunt Chloe; come in again," said Rose. "And good-
night to you, too, dear little Elsie," folding the little girl
again in her arms.

"Ain't dat a bressed young lady, darlin'!" exclaimed Chloe,
earnestly, as she began the business of preparing her young charge
for bed.

"O mammy, I love her so much! she's so good and kind," replied the
child, "and she loves Jesus, and loves to talk about Him."

"She reminds me of your dear mamma, Miss Elsie, but she's not so
handsome," replied the nurse, with a tear in her eye; "ole Chloe
tinks dere's nebber any lady so beautiful as her dear young missus
was."

Elsie drew out the miniature and kissed it, murmuring, "Dear,
darling mamma," then put it back in her bosom again, for she
always wore it day and night. She was standing in her white night-
dress, the tiny white feet just peeping from under it, while Chloe
brushed back her curls and put on her night-cap.