Go and get your supper; get your supper, sir.' Poor old gentleman.

He was a kindly old man, and I had a great respect for him.
Alice, sing us a song, my love." She sang them "The Burial of Sir John Moore" with such perfect taste and pathos that Sam felt as if the candle had gone out when she finished.

Then she turned round and said to him, "You ought to like that song; your father was one of the actors in it." "He has often told me the story," said Sam, "but I never knew what a beautiful one it was till I heard you sing it." All pleasant evenings must end, and at last she rose to go to bed.

But Sam, before he went off to the land of happy dreams, saw that the little white glove which he had noticed in the morning was lying neglected on the floor; so he quietly secured and kept it.

And, last year, opening his family Bible to refer to certain entries, now pretty numerous, in the beginning; I found a little white glove pinned to the fly-leaf, which I believe to be the same glove here spoken of..