Like a naked branch in the autumn wind his whole frame shook with agony, and though each fiber of grandma's heart was throbbing with anguish, yet for the sake of her son she strove to be calm, and soothed him as she would a little child.

Berintha, too, was there, and while her tears were dropping fast, she supported Lizzie in her arms, pushing back from her pale brow the soft curls which, damp with the moisture of death, lay in thick rings upon her forehead.
"Has Harry come ?" said Lizzie.
The answer was in the negative, and a moan of disappointment came from her lips.
Again she spoke: "Give him my Bible--and my curls--when I am dead let Lucy arrange them--she knows how; then cut them off, and the best, the longest, the brightest is for Harry; the others for you all.

And tell--tell--tell him to meet--me in heaven--where I'm--going--going." A stifled shriek from Lucy, as she fell back fainting, told that with the last word, "going," Lizzie had gone to heaven! An hour after the tolling bell arrested the attention of many, and of the few who asked for whom it tolled nearly all involuntarily sighed and said, "Poor Harry! Died before he came home!" * * * * * It was the night before the burial, and in the back parlor stood a narrow coffin containing all that was mortal of Lizzie Dayton.

In the front parlor Bridget and another domestic kept watch over the body of their young mistress.

Twelve o'clock rang from the belfry of St.
Luke's church, and then the midnight silence was broken by the shrill scream of the locomotive as the eastern train thundered into the depot.