If I were only certain that my child had died, miserable as her death must have been, it would be happiness, to the idea that she was one of those whose descendants they speak of.

If you knew how for the last thirty years this has preyed upon my mind, you would comprehend my anxiety on this account; but God's will be done.

Do not let me detain you longer, Alexander; I should prefer being alone." Alexander, at this intimation, took the proffered hand of his grand-uncle in a reverential and feeling manner, and, without saying any more, quitted the room..