He felt her death as a calamity which depressed his heart to the uttermost depths of affliction, and from which, indeed, he never recovered.

All that remained to him after her demise was a beautiful little girl, around whom his affections gathered with a degree of tenderness that was rendered almost painful by the apprehension of her loss.

Agnes, from her eighth or ninth year, began to manifest slight symptoms of the same fatal malady which had carried away her mother.

These attacks filled his heart with those fearful forebodings, which, whilst they threw him into a state of terror and alarm, at the same time rendered the love he bore her such as may be imagined, but cannot be expressed.

It is only when we feel the probability of losing a beloved object that the heart awakens to a more exquisite perception of its affections for it, and wonders, when the painful symptoms of disease appear, why it was heretofore unconscious of the full extent of its love.