a good plan if he were to come and live with you, Mr. Marsden, and
help you with the farm."

And Mr. Marsden said, "That is the very thing; I will go and speak
to him about it; and Fanny and her husband can have the house, and
farm, and all, as much as they please now, and entirely at my death."

So it was all settled; and Fanny was married at the village church,
and Mr. and Mrs. Walton were at the wedding. Good Mrs. Newton lived
on at the farm-house, and when Fanny's first child was born, it was
put into her arms. Then she thought of the time when Fanny herself
was laid in the same arms; and she blessed God in her heart, who had
enabled her to be of use to one human creature, and to one immortal
soul and mind, while she passed through this life to the life
everlasting.

Joy and sorrow are always mingled on this earth; so it came to pass
that before Fanny's first child could walk alone, good, kind Mrs.
Newton died, and was buried. As a shock of corn cometh in, in its
season, so she sank to rest, and was gathered into the garner of her
Lord. But--

"The memory of the just
Is blessed, though they sleep in dust;"

and Fanny's children, and children's children, will learn to love
that memory.

Many a day, sitting at work in her garden, with her little ones
around her, Fanny let them gather some flowers, and talk to her about