The little girl read the words aloud in a clear, distinct voice; and her mother gazed at the picture with tears in her eyes. 'Those are sweet words, ain't they?' said the old man. 'Yes,' said the woman, with a sigh; 'I have heard them many times before.' 'Has the Good Shepherd ever said them of you, ma'am? Has He ever called the bright angels together and said to them of you, "Rejoice with Me, for I have found My sheep which was lost"?' The woman did not speak; a fit of coughing came on, and the old man stood looking at her with a very pitying expression. 'You are very ill, ma'am, I'm afraid,' he said. 'Yes, very ill,' gasped the woman bitterly; 'every one can see that but Augustus!'