I stole it in my heart when she first showed it me hanging round her neck; and the child's death, perhaps, is on me besides! They would have treated him better, if they had known it all!' 'Known what ?' asked the other.

'Speak!' 'The boy grew so like his mother,' said the woman, rambling on, and not heeding the question, 'that I could never forget it when I saw his face.

Poor girl! poor girl! She was so young, too! Such a gentle lamb! Wait; there's more to tell.

I have not told you all, have I ?' 'No, no,' replied the matron, inclining her head to catch the words, as they came more faintly from the dying woman.

'Be quick, or it may be too late!' 'The mother,' said the woman, making a more violent effort than before; 'the mother, when the pains of death first came upon her, whispered in my ear that if her baby was born alive, and thrived, the day might come when it would not feel so much disgraced to hear its poor young mother named.