Happy for him then,--happy both for him and her,--if they remembered that there was a path to heaven, as well from this heathen wilderness as from the Christian land whence they had come.

And so, in one short month from her arrival, the gentle Lady Arbella faded away and died.

They dug a grave for her in the new soil, where the roots of the pine trees impeded their spades; and when her bones had rested there nearly two hundred years, and a city had sprung up around them, a church of stone was built upon the spot.
Charley, almost at the commencement of the foregoing narrative, had galloped away with a prodigious clatter, upon Grandfather's stick, and was not yet returned.

So large a boy should have been ashamed to ride upon a stick.

But Laurence and Clara had listened attentively, and were affected by this true story of the gentle lady, who had come so far to die so soon.
Grandfather had supposed that little Alice was asleep, but, towards the close of the story, happening to look down upon her, he saw that her blue eyes were wide open, and fixed earnestly upon his face.