Christian herald and signs of our times . her face again and wept bitterly. I am the resurrection and the life, saidUrsula softly. Ohno.no, not for me, said the mourner.There is no hope for me. Too late ! Too late!No pardon for me now. The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleansethfrom all sin, Ursula quoted. It is so indeed,dear lady. Not from mine; I am excluded. Oh, no; none are excluded. You do not know my case. Perhaps yourfather—but no, it is useless. My father ? Oh, yes, he would tell you thatyou are not shut out. Do let him assure you ofit. Come to him now. No, it would avail nothing; I s

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Christian herald and signs of our times . her face again and wept bitterly. I am the resurrection and the life, saidUrsula softly. Ohno.no, not for me, said the mourner.There is no hope for me. Too late ! Too late!No pardon for me now. The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleansethfrom all sin, Ursula quoted. It is so indeed, dear lady. Not from mine; I am excluded. Oh, no; none are excluded. You do not know my case. Perhaps yourfather—but no, it is useless. My father ? Oh, yes, he would tell you thatyou are not shut out. Do let him assure you ofit. Come to him now. No, it would avail nothing; I should troublehim needlessly. It would be no trouble; I am sure he wouldconvince you. Do come, and Ursula took themourners hand in both her own in the earnest-ness of her appeal. Reluctantly the lady rose and followed heryoung friend to the clergymans library. There, encouraged by his gentle tact, she told her sadstory. Charles Longmore was her husband.In a moment of fierce temptation she had beenunfaithful to him. When, overwhelmed with. Ursula Entreats the Mourner to go to Her Father sorrow and remorse, she went to beseech hisforgiveness, he was dead. She had come toElmsmere to weep at his grave, intending toend her life there. From the Book that has a balm for everycase Mr. Marsh read to her the story of MaryMagdalen, and of the woman to whom theSaviour said, Neither do I condemn thee; goand sin no more. The eagerness with whichthe poor creature clutched the hope held out waspainful to witness. It was like the throes bywhich those who have nearly passed over theborder, sometimes come back to life. Againand again during the days that followed sherelapsed into despair; but at last, after longbattling with the adversary, who had so longheld her soul in darkness, victory was given her.She took her place among those who love much, because they have been forgiven much (Luke7- 47). THE WAY OUT. A NEW SERIAL STORY. By Rev. Leander S. Keyser.* (Continued from page 623.) Farewells. EXP