One thou art taking; Lord, take me to the green pastures of thy home, where no curse is; and one remains--O Lord! bless him with the dew of thy blessing; lead and guide him, and keep him for ever in thy fear and love, that he may continue thine for ever, and hereafter we may meet together among the redeemed, in the immortal glory of the resurrection.

Hear us, O Father, for thy dear Son's sake.
Amen! Amen!" The childlike, holy, reverent voice ceased, and Eric rose.

One long brotherly kiss he printed on Russell's forehead, and, full of sorrowful forebodings, bade him good night.
He asked Dr.Underhay whether his fears were correct.

"Yes," he said, "he may die at any time; he _must_ die soon.

It is even best that he should; besides the loss of a limb, that blow on the head would certainly affect the brain and the intellect if he lived." Eric shuddered--a long cold shudder.
The holidays drew on; for Russell's sake, and at his earnest wish, Eric had worked harder than he ever did before.