The last as the rest," said Caleb, hoarsely.

"Friendship, fortune, hope, love, life--a little flame, and then--and then--" "Don't be uneasy--it's quite out!" said Mr.Jones.Caleb turned his face to the wall.

He lingered till the next day, when he passed insensibly from sleep to death.

As soon as the breath was out of his body, Mr.
Jones felt that his duty was discharged, that other duties called him home.

He promised to return to read the burial-service over the deceased, gave some hasty orders about the plain funeral, and was turning from the room, when he saw the letter he had written by Caleb's wish, still on the table.