He had grown calm.

With a voice of inexpressible tenderness, he said-- "Live for me, Edith." "Not here," was answered.

"The silver chord will soon be loosened and the golden bowl broken." "Oh, say not that! Let me call you back to life.

Turn to me again as I have turned to you with my whole heart.

The world is still beautiful; and in it we will be happy together." "No, Edwin," replied the dying maiden.