"I went on to the Chain Pier.

I had kissed the little face for the last time; I had wrapped the pretty white body in the black-and-gray shawl.

I said all the prayers I could remember as I walked along the pier; it was the most solemn of burial services to me.
"I went to the side of the pier--I cannot understand how it was that I did not see you--I stood there some few minutes, and then I took the little bundle; I raised it gently and let it fall into the sea.

But my baby was dead--I swear to that.

Oh, Heaven! if I dared--if I dared fling myself in the same green, briny waves! "I was mad with anguish.