Alas! there was little chance of her needing it again! She was not, then, in want of means to procure the common comforts of life.

But now a new passion had entered into her breast--the passion of the miser; she wished to hoard every sixpence as some little provision for her children.

What was the use of her feeding a lamp nearly extinguished, and which was fated to be soon broken up and cast amidst the vast lumber-house of Death?
She would willingly have removed into a more homely lodging, but the servant of the house had been so fond of Sidney--so kind to him.

She clung to one familiar face on which there seemed to live the reflection of her child's.

But she relinquished the first floor for the second; and there, day by day, she felt her eyes grow heavier and heavier beneath the clouds of the last sleep.