You will do well to go back to-night.

Lift me up on the pillow.

I shall speak more easily with my head high." His son lifted him on the pillows, and once more entreated him to spare himself.
It was useless.

No remonstrances shook the iron resolution of the man who had hewed his way through the rank and file of political humanity to his own high place apart from the rest.

Helpless, ghastly, snatched out of the very jaws of death, there he lay, steadily distilling the clear common-sense which had won him all his worldly rewards into the mind of his son.