Always trust in him, my love, and he will support you in these moments, as he supports me.' Emily could only listen, and weep; but the extreme composure of his manner, and the faith and hope he expressed, somewhat soothed her anguish.

Yet, whenever she looked upon his emaciated countenance, and saw the lines of death beginning to prevail over it--saw his sunk eyes, still bent on her, and their heavy lids pressing to a close, there was a pang in her heart, such as defied expression, though it required filial virtue, like hers, to forbear the attempt.
He desired once more to bless her; 'Where are you, my dear ?' said he, as he stretched forth his hands.

Emily had turned to the window, that he might not perceive her anguish; she now understood, that his sight had failed him.

When he had given her his blessing, and it seemed to be the last effort of expiring life, he sunk back on his pillow.

She kissed his forehead; the damps of death had settled there, and, forgetting her fortitude for a moment, her tears mingled with them.