The deadly narcotic had taken entire possession of the whole system; had, in fact, usurped the seat of life, and was poisoning its very fountain.

At day dawn on the next morning the flickering lamp went out, and the sad parents looked their last look upon their living child.
"I have heard most dreadful news," Mrs.May said to her husband, on his return home that day.
"You have! What is it ?" "Jane has poisoned Mrs.Campbell's child!" "Ella!" and Mr.May started from his chair.
"It is true.

She had it to wean, and gave it such a dose of laudanum, that it died." "Dreadful! What have they done with her ?" "She can't be found, I am told." "You recommended her to Mrs.Campbell." "Yes.

But I didn't believe she was wicked enough for that." "Though it is true she ill-treated little Charley, and we knew it.

I don't see how you can ever forgive yourself.