If Mary could have lived to see this day! I am not ungrateful for my blessings; but oh, how I miss that sweet face on this morning of all others! I got up to-day early enough to go alone to the grave, and to gather the nosegay that now lies before me from the flowers that grow round it.

I shall put it in my bosom when Robert comes to fetch me to the church.
Mary would have been my bridesmaid if she had lived; and I can't forget Mary, even on my wedding-day....
THE NIGHT.
THE last words of the last story fell low and trembling from Owen's lips.

He waited for a moment while Jessie dried the tears which Anne Rodway's simple diary had drawn from her warm young heart, then closed the manuscript, and taking her hand patted it in his gentle, fatherly way.
"You will be glad to hear, my love," he said, "that I can speak from personal experience of Anne Rodway's happiness.

She came to live in my parish soon after the trial at which she appeared as chief witness, and I was the clergyman who married her.

Months before that I knew her story, and had read those portions of her diary which you have just heard.