"
"Yes," he said, in an absent way; "bring me the book."
Elsie brought it, and putting it into his hands, drew up a stool
and sat down at his feet, resting her arm on his knee, and looking
up into his face; then in her sweet, low voice, she repeated
slowly and feelingly, with true and beautiful emphasis, the
chapters he had given her to learn; that most touching description
of the Last Supper, and our Saviour's farewell address to His
sorrowing disciples.
"Ah! papa, is it not beautiful?" she exclaimed, laying her head
upon his knee, while the tears trembled in her eyes. "Is not that
a sweet verse, 'Having loved His own which were in the world, He
loved them unto the end'? It seems so strange that He could be so
thoughtful for them, so kind and loving, when all the time He knew
what a dreadful death He was just going to die; and knew besides
that they were all going to run away and leave Him alone with His
cruel enemies. Oh! it is so sweet to know that Jesus is so loving,
and that He loves me, and will always love me, even to the end,
_forever_.
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