Sit down beside me here, and write; here is the pen." Emily dried her eyes, and mechanically sat down to write as he desired.

Motioning to him that she was ready, he dictated-- "My Dear Little Birdie,--I once resolved never to write to you again, and partially promised your father that I would not; then I did not dream that I should be so soon compelled to break my resolution.

Little Birdie, I am dying! My physician informs me that I have but a few more days to live.

I have been trying to break away from earth's affairs and fix my thoughts on other and better things.

I have given up all but you, and feel that I cannot relinquish you until I see you once again.