In fact, he laid down his life for me.

For I was sick, almost to death; and when, through the panic, everybody else fled, Scipio worked for me like a giant, and actually brought me back into life again.

But, poor fellow! he was taken, right after, and there was no saving him.

I never felt anybody's loss more." Eva had come gradually nearer and nearer to her father, as he told the story,--her small lips apart, her eyes wide and earnest with absorbing interest.
As he finished, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, burst into tears, and sobbed convulsively.
"Eva, dear child! what is the matter ?" said St.Clare, as the child's small frame trembled and shook with the violence of her feelings.

"This child," he added, "ought not to hear any of this kind of thing,--she's nervous." "No, papa, I'm not nervous," said Eva, controlling herself, suddenly, with a strength of resolution singular in such a child.