"Ah, my dear father! do not harden your heart by false excuses.

The dead still speaks to you, and commends to your care her children.

My task here is done: O sir! yours is to come.

I leave you alone with the dead." So saying, the young man, whom the tragedy of the scene had worked into a passion and a dignity above his usual character, unwilling to trust himself farther to his emotions, turned abruptly from the room, fled rapidly down the stairs and left the house.

As the carriage and liveries of his father met his eye, he groaned; for their evidences of comfort and wealth seemed a mockery to the deceased: he averted his face and walked on.