While I tried to devour my tears, a fit of coughing seized Helen; it did not, however, wake the nurse; when it was over, she lay some minutes exhausted; then she whispered-- "Jane, your little feet are bare; lie down and cover yourself with my quilt." I did so: she put her arm over me, and I nestled close to her.

After a long silence, she resumed, still whispering-- "I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about.

We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.

I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me.

By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings.