Oh! that I were dead! oh! that I were dead! No; don't speak to me: never mind me; this madness will pass as it has before, and leave me a dead thing among the living.

Ah! sister, why did you wake me from my dream?
I was drifting so calmly, so peacefully, so dead, and painless, drifting over the dead sea of the heart towards the living waters of gratitude and duty.

I was going to make more than one worthy soul happy; and seeing them happy, I should have been content and useful--what am I now ?--and comforted other hearts, and died joyful--and young.

For God is good; he releases the meek and patient from their burdens." With this came a flood of tears; and she leaned against a bough with her forehead on her arm, bowed like a wounded lily.
"Accursed be that man's name, and MY tongue if ever I utter it again in your hearing!" cried Rose, weeping bitterly.

"You are wiser than I, and every way better.