Jane told me that she saw Martha in every room.

She saw and heard her running up and down stairs.

She saw her at her side, she saw her sleeping and dreaming.

Poor mother! Poor sorrowful Jane! It would be hard to be kind enough and patient enough with her." "Do you think she will always be in this sad condition ?" "Whatever can thou mean?
God has appointed Time to console all loss and all grief.

Martha will go further and further away as the days wear on and Jane will forget--we all do--we all _hev_ to forget." "Some die of grief." "Not they.