"Ah! there was a day," she added, looking with a mournful smile around, "when he loved to listen to my voice; but that day has passed forever." He opened his eyes as she spoke; hers were fixed upon him.

He felt a few warm tears upon his face, and she exclaimed in a low voice, not designed for other ears-- "I forgive you all, Tom, dear--I forgive you all!" He looked at her, and starting to his feet, exclaimed-- "Margaret, my own Margaret, hear me! She is dyin'," he shouted, in a hoarse and excited voice--"she is dyin' with want.

I see it all.

She's dead!" It was too true; the unhappy girl had passed into another life; but, whether from a broken heart, caused by sin, shame, and desertion, or from famine and the pressure of general destitution and distress, could never properly be ascertained.
"I see!" exclaimed Dalton, his eyes again blazing, and his voice hollow with emotion--"I see--there she lies; and who brought her to that?
But I intended to set all right.

Ay--there she lies.