Emmeline was kneeling by her mother's side.

Mr.Hamilton leaned against the wall, pale and still; it was only the agonized expression of his manly features that betrayed he was a living being.

On the left side of the dying youth stood Arthur Myrvin, who, from the moment of his arrival at Oakwood, had never once left Herbert's couch, night and day he remained beside him; and near Arthur, but yet closer to her cousin, knelt the orphan, her eyes tearless indeed, but her whole countenance so haggard and wan, that had not all been engrossed in individual suffering, it could not have passed unobserved.

The tall, venerable figure of the Archdeacon, as he stood a little aloof from the principal figures, completed the painful group.
"My own mother, your Herbert is so happy, so very happy! you must not weep for me, mother.

Oh, it is your fostering love and care, the remembrance of all your tenderness from my infancy, gilding my boyhood with sunshine, my manhood with such refreshing rays--it is that which is resting on my heart, and I would give it words and thank and bless you, but I cannot.