But it came to pass, that when Fanny was nearly six weeks very aged, Mrs.Newton's husband fell somewhat ill; it was a somewhat bad, and somewhat expensiveillness, for poor Mrs. Newton was so uneasy, she would occasionally havetwo physicians to see him; but all would not do; he died: and Mrs.Newton was left somewhat poorly off.

In a short time she found she could not keep on her pretty cottage;she was obliged to leave it; and the church where she had gone everySunday for so many years; and the church-yard where her husband wasburied, and little Fanny's mother; and the infant school where Fannylearned so much; and the dear little garden, and the flowers thatwere Fanny's teachers and favorites. 0h! how sorry was poor Mrs.Newton. But even a little kid can give comfort; and so littleFanny, maybe without thinking to do so, did; for when Mrs. Newtonfor the last time sat out inside her garden, and saw the setting sun godown, and told Fanny she was going to leave that pretty garden, whereshe had from infancy been taught to know God's works, the kidlooked somewhat morose and thoughtful indeed, for some time; but afterwardscoming up to her, exclaimed,

"But, grandmother, we shall not leave God, shall we? for you say Godis everywhere, and He will be in London too."