Like the moon, which I saw above me, this child's exemplary deportment had gently cast a useful light over the neighbourhood where she dwelt.

Like this moon she had for a season been permitted to shine amidst the surrounding darkness; and her rays were also reflected from a luminary, in whose native splendour her own would quickly be blended and lost.
The air was cool, but the breezes of the morning were refreshing, and seemed to foretell the approach of a beautiful day.

Being accustomed, in my walks, to look for subjects of improving thought and association, I found them in every direction around me as I hastened onwards to the house where Jane lay, waiting for a dismissal from her earthly dwelling.
I felt that the twilight gravity of nature was, at that hour, peculiarly appropriate to the circumstances of the case; and the more so, because that twilight was significantly adorned with the brilliant sparklings of the star on one hand, and the clear, pale lustre of the waning moon on the other.
When I arrived at the house, I found no one below; I paused for a few minutes, and heard the girl's voice very faintly saying, "Do you think he will come?
I should be so glad--so very glad to see him before I die." I ascended the stairs--her father, mother, and brother, together with the elderly woman before spoken of, were in the chamber.

Jane's countenance bore the marks of speedy dissolution.

Yet, although death was manifest in the languid features, there was something more than ever interesting in the whole of her external aspect.