Speedily did it run its fatal course, and in less than a week from the time she was attacked, Flora was forever free from all mortal agonies.
This was a terrible blow to the father.

It broke him completely down.

The mother bore her sad bereavement with the calmness of a Christian, yet not without the keenest suffering.
But the visitation did not stop here.

Death rarely lays his withering hand upon one household flower without touching another, and causing it to droop, wither, and fall to the ground.

So it was in this case.