“ ‘Set me down, George,’ she said faintly. He did so, and seating himself beside her, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

“ ‘It is very hard to leave you, George,’ she said; ‘but it is God’s will, and you must bear it for my sake. Oh! how I thank Him for having taken our boy! He is happy, and in heaven now. What would he have done here, without his mother!’

“ ‘You shall not die, Mary, you shall not die’; said the husband, starting up. He paced hurriedly to and fro, striking his head with his clenched fists; then reseating himself beside her, and supporting her in his arms, added more calmly, ‘Rouse yourself, my dear girl. Pray, pray do. You will revive yet.’