If Nature makes no effort in that time--I grieve to say it--you must prepare yourself for the worst." Those words said all: they were prophetic of the end.
The night passed; and she lived through it.

The next day came; and she lingered on till the clock pointed to five.

At that hour the tidings of her husband's death had dealt the mortal blow.

When the hour came round again, the mercy of God let her go to him in the better world.

Her daughters were kneeling at the bedside as her spirit passed away.
She left them unconscious of their presence; mercifully and happily insensible to the pang of the last farewell.
Her child survived her till the evening was on the wane and the sunset was dim in the quiet western heaven.