He hath mounted the stairs he will never descend." "Well," said the Maid of Galloway, "even so--we are not afraid.

We can die, as died our friends." "Die--die!" cried the hag, sharply, angered at the child's persistence.

"'Tis easy to talk.

To snuff a candle out is to die.
Poof, 'tis done! But the young and beautiful like you, my dearies, do not so die at Machecoul.

No; rather as a dying candle flickers out--falls low, and rises again, so they die.