I suppose, like Charles II., I ought to apologize for being so long in dying; but I am so comfortable and happy with my friends, that I do not think enough of the journey I soon must take to another world.

How many comforts I have, and how many kind friends! I feel now that we are about to be separated, that I should thank you all for your goodness to me, lest in the Providence of God we should not meet again.
Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have, my poor thanks are most gratefully offered." "Oh! Cousin Janet," said Alice, with her eyes full of tears, "why will you not go with us; your talking so makes me dread to part with you." "My darling, we must all try to get to Heaven, where there are no partings.
I cannot be a great while with you; remember, I am eighty-five years old.
But I will not grieve you.

We will, I trust, all meet here in the spring.
God is here, and He is in the great city; we are all safe beneath His care.
Next summer He will bring Arthur home again." "Partings should be as short as possible," said Mr.Barbour.

"So I mean to shake hands with everybody, and be off.

Young ladies, be generous; do not carry havoc and desolation in your train; take care of your uncle, and come back again as soon as possible." He then took a friendly leave of Mr.and Mrs.Weston, and mounted his horse to return home.
"What a nice old beau Mr.Barbour would make," said Ellen, "with his fine teeth and clear complexion.