I can't lave him." Dalton, while she spoke, had taken Mary in his arms, kissed her, and, as in the case of the others, blessed her with a fervor only surpassed by his sorrow and utter despair.
"I will stay with them," said Sarah; "don't doubt that--not for an hour or two, but till they come to either life or death; so I tould him." "It's a bitther case," said Mrs.Dalton; "a bitther case; but then it's God's gracious will, an' them that He loves He chastises.

Blessed be His name for all He does, and blessed be His name ever for this!" Mary now recovered in her father's arms; and her mother, in a low but energetic voice, pointing to the beds, said: "Think of them, darlin'.

There now, part with him.

This world, I often tould you dear, Mary, is not our place, but our passage; an' although it's painful let us not forget that it is God Himself that is guidin' and directin' us through it.

Come, Con dear, come." A long mournful embrace, and another sorrowful but fervent blessing, and with a feeble effort at consolation, Dalton parted with the weeping girl; and placing his hat on his white head, he gave one long look--one indescribable look--upon all that was so dear to him in this scene of unutterable misery, and departed.