She had at first yielded to our entreaties, but when she heard that the life of her favourite was menaced, she could no longer control her anxiety.

She attended her sickbed; her watchful attentions triumphed over the malignity of the distemper--Elizabeth was saved, but the consequences of this imprudence were fatal to her preserver.

On the third day my mother sickened; her fever was accompanied by the most alarming symptoms, and the looks of her medical attendants prognosticated the worst event.

On her deathbed the fortitude and benignity of this best of women did not desert her.

She joined the hands of Elizabeth and myself.