We will not describe the parting of these two good men, for good men they were.

It was in vain that the late warden endeavoured to comfort the heart of the old bedesman; poor old Bunce felt that his days of comfort were gone.

The hospital had to him been a happy home, but it could be so no longer.
He had had honour there, and friendship; he had recognised his master, and been recognised; all his wants, both of soul and body, had been supplied, and he had been a happy man.

He wept grievously as he parted from his friend, and the tears of an old man are bitter.
"It is all over for me in this world," said he, as he gave the last squeeze to Mr Harding's hand; "I have now to forgive those who have injured me;--and to die." And so the old man went out, and then Mr Harding gave way to his grief and he too wept aloud..