My dear uncle," he added, bending over the bed, and speaking in an earnest tone, "I will endeavour to act in all things as though in your sight, accountable to God and my own conscience.

Verner's Pride shall have no unworthy master." "Try to live so as to redeem the past." "Yes," said Lionel.

He did not see what precise part of it he had to redeem, but he was earnestly anxious to defer to the words of a dying man.

"Uncle, may I dare to say that I hope you will live yet ?" he gently said.
"It is of no use, Lionel.

The world is closing for me." It was closing for him even then, as he spoke--closing rapidly.