Forgotten! oh, if the good deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful would even death appear; for how much charity, mercy, and purified affection, would be seen to have their growth in dusty graves!' 'Yes,' said the child, 'it is the truth; I know it is.

Who should feel its force so much as I, in whom your little scholar lives again! Dear, dear, good friend, if you knew the comfort you have given me!' The poor schoolmaster made her no answer, but bent over her in silence; for his heart was full.
They were yet seated in the same place, when the grandfather approached.

Before they had spoken many words together, the church clock struck the hour of school, and their friend withdrew.
'A good man,' said the grandfather, looking after him; 'a kind man.
Surely he will never harm us, Nell.

We are safe here, at last, eh?
We will never go away from here ?' The child shook her head and smiled.
'She needs rest,' said the old man, patting her cheek; 'too pale--too pale.

She is not like what she was.' When ?' asked the child.
'Ha!' said the old man, 'to be sure--when?
How many weeks ago?
Could I count them on my fingers?
Let them rest though; they're better gone.' 'Much better, dear,' replied the child.