May He bless you, not only for your affectionate kindness towards me, but to her who went before me.

You will not forget, Ellen." His glance wandered from his cousin to his mother, and then returned to her.

She bowed her head upon his extended hand, but her choking voice could speak no word.

"Caroline, too, she will weep for me, but St.Eval will dry her tears; tell them I did not forget them; that my love and blessing is theirs even as if they had been around me.

Emmeline, Arthur,--Mr.Howard, oh, where are you?
my eyes are dim, my voice is failing, yet"-- "I am here, my beloved son," said the Archdeacon, and Herbert fixed a kind glance upon his face, and leaned his head against him.
"I would tell you, that it is the sense of the Divine presence, of love, unutterable, infinite, inexhaustible, that has taken all anguish from this moment.