I hope there's happy days and years before us still.

We'll have our leases soon, you know, an' then we'll feel firm and comfortable: an' you know you'll be--we'll all be near where she sleeps." "Where she sleeps.

Well, there's comfort in that, Bryan--there's comfort in that." The old man, though very feeble, on seeing him approach, rose up and met him.

"Tom," said he, "be a man, and don't shame my white hairs nor your own.

I lost your mother, an' I was as fond of her, an' had as good a right, too, as ever you were of her that's now an angel in heaven; but if I lost her, I bore it as a man ought.