The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. I89
had been taken there himself that very minute,
that he would have found a little balloon in
waiting for him? How can I help it? "
"It has a pretty sound. If people would
not think it so material and shocking-"
"Let people read Martin Luther's letter to
his little boy. There is the testimony of a
pillar in good and regular standing! I don't
think you need be afraid of my balloon, after
that."
I remembered that there was a letter of his
on heaven, but, not recalling it distinctly, I
hunted for it to-night, and read it over. I
shall copy it, the better to retain it in mind.
"Grace and peace in Christ, my dear little
son. I see with pleasure that thou learnest
well, and prayed diligently. Do so, my son,
and continue. When I come home I will
bring thee a pretty fairing.
"I know a pretty, merry garden wherein are
many children. They have little golden coats,
and they gather beautiful apples under the
trees, and pears, cherries, plums, and wheatplums; they sing, and jump, and are merry.
They have beautiful little horses, too, with gold
bits and silver saddles. And I asked the man
to whom the garden belongs, whose children