A faint cry broke from his parched lips, and Ellen started in agony to her feet.
"Hush, hush, my Mary sleeps," Mrs.Greville said; but Mr.Hamilton gently drew her from the couch and from the room.

Her eyes were closed; a smile illumined that sweet face, as in sleep it had so often done, and that soft and shadowy light took from her features all the harsher tale of death.

Yes, she did sleep sweetly and calmly, but her pure spirit had departed..