You will both return ere long, but my eyes have rested for the last time on each loved object.

I have dreaded this parting from the home that has grown so dear to me--but the pang is over." Her deep blue eyes rested on his face, and touchingly sad was the expression, as she swept back the clustering hair from her brow.
The lips quivered, as of late they often did when she was excited.
Florence did not hear her words, for she had crossed the street; but Frank's heart throbbed violently as he listened to her low, sad tone.
Laying his hand on hers, that were tightly clasped, he pressed them gently, and said, in a slightly faltering voice: "For Florence's sake--for mine--for your own, do not give way to such gloomy forebodings! Your depressed spirits will act injuriously on your health.

Let me beg you to place no confidence in Aunt Fanny's words at parting; she was herself scarce conscious of their import." "I have no gloomy forebodings, no apprehension of the future, and generally no depressed spirits; but I know full well that my life is gradually wasting away, slowly, gently, and almost without pain, I am sinking to an early tomb.

Yet I would not have it otherwise if I could.

Death has long lost all terrors for me; I have no fear--all is peace and quiet.