CHAPTER XXVI.
Death Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, In life's early morning, hath hid from our eyes.* * "Weep Not for Those," a poem by Thomas Moore (1779-1852).
Eva's bed-room was a spacious apartment, which, like all the other rooms in the house, opened on to the broad verandah.

The room communicated, on one side, with her father and mother's apartment; on the other, with that appropriated to Miss Ophelia.

St.Clare had gratified his own eye and taste, in furnishing this room in a style that had a peculiar keeping with the character of her for whom it was intended.

The windows were hung with curtains of rose-colored and white muslin, the floor was spread with a matting which had been ordered in Paris, to a pattern of his own device, having round it a border of rose-buds and leaves, and a centre-piece with full-flown roses.

The bedstead, chairs, and lounges, were of bamboo, wrought in peculiarly graceful and fanciful patterns.