And my father, too, my beloved, my revered father--oh, but little have I done to repay your tender care, my brother and sisters' love, but my Father in heaven will bless--bless you all; I know, I feel He will." "Percy," repeated the dying youth, a gleam of light kindling in his eye and flushing his cheek.

"Is there indeed a hope that I may see him, that I may trace those beloved features once again ?" He closed his eyes, and his lips moved in silent yet fervent prayer, that wish was still powerful within; it was the only thought of earth that lingered.
"Tell him," he said, and his voice sounded weaker and weaker, "tell him, Herbert's last prayer was for him, that he was in my last thoughts; tell him to seek for comfort at the foot of that Throne where we have so often knelt together.

Oh, let him not sorrow, for I shall be happy--oh, so happy!" Again he was silent, and for a much longer interval; but when he reopened his eyes, they were fixed on Ellen.
"My sister, my kind and tender nurse, what shall I say to you ?" he said, languidly, but in a tone that thrilled to her aching heart.

"I can but commend you to His care, who can take from grief its sting, even as He hath clothed this moment in victory.

May His spirit rest upon you, Ellen, and give you peace.