Prefatory Note

Ust a week before my dear sister F. R. H.

died, I took her letters up-stairs. Her pretty kittens Trot and Dot were playing on her bed. She was too ill to care about her letters, but was so pleased to get the first page of ##zs book. She looked at it carefully, and with her pencil corrected mistakes. Then she was anxious every reader should have space to add the verses, and asked me to write about it. May I say that she hoped you would read one chapter daily! My dear sister intended writing another book for you, “Evening Stars; or, Promises for the Little Ones.’”’ But, though she is gone, the Promises are left. Will you not search them out in your Bibles every evening, and just say, as she often did, “This promise is so bright, and it is for me.”

MARIA V. G. HAVERGAL.
September, 1879.