I read the Bible to him, which was his chief delight; and also occasionally such other books as I thought might prove entertaining to him.

His spirits were generally rather depressed.

The absence of my brother appeared to prey upon his mind.

"I wish he were here," he would frequently exclaim; "I can't imagine what can have become of him; I trust, however, he will arrive in time." He still sometimes rallied; and I took advantage of those moments of comparative ease, to question him upon the events of his early life.

My attentions to him had not passed unnoticed, and he was kind, fatherly, and unreserved.