"You and I, dear, are too sensible, I hope, to complain or be frightened because life must have an end.

When my time comes, I trust to my children not to make me unhappy by forgetting what I have always tried to teach them.

I should like to think--and I know--that you would be sorry to lose me; but to see you miserable on my account, or to think you miserable after I have gone--I couldn't bear that." Will was silent, deeply impressed by the calm voice, the noble thought.
He had always felt no less respect than love for his mother, especially during the latter years, when experience of life better enabled him to understand her rare qualities; but a deeper reverence took possession of him whilst she was speaking.

Her words not only extended his knowledge of her character; they helped him to an understanding of himself, to a clearer view of life, and its possibilities.
"I want to speak to you of Jane," continued Mrs.Warburton, with a look of pleasant reflection.

"You know she went to see her friend, Miss Winter, a few weeks ago.