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Oh, Mary, Mary! little did I drame that it would
be in such a place, and in such a way, that you'd lave me and them."
[Illustration: PAGE 409-- He stooped and wildly kissed her now passive
lips]
He had hardly spoken, when one of the little ones, awaking, said:
"Daddy, come here, an' see what ails Alley; she won't spake to me."
"She's asleep, darlin', I suppose," he replied; "don't spake so loud, or
you'll waken her."
"Ay, but she's as could as any tiling," continued the little one; "an'I
can't rise her arm to put it about me the way it used to be."
Her father went over, and placing' the dim light close to her face, as
he had done to that of her mother, perceived at a glance, that when
the spirit of that affectionate mother--of that faithful wife--went to
happiness, she had one kindred soul there to welcome her.
The man, whom we need not name to the reader, now stood in the centre of
his "desolate hearth," and it was indeed a fearful thing to contemplate
the change which the last few minutes had produced on his appearance.


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