The agony of death found her quiet and composed.

Night advanced, and the gray morning twilight fell on those features, no longer flushed and excited.

Severe faintings had come on, and the purple line under the blue eyes heralded the approach of death.

Her luxuriant hair lay in damp masses about her; her white arms were cold, and the moisture of death was gathering there too.

'Oh! Miss Ellen,' cried old Lucy, 'you will be better soon--bear up a little longer.' "'Ellen dear,' I said, 'try and keep up.' But who can give life and strength save One ?--and He was calling to her everlasting rest the poor young sufferer.
"'Miss Ellen,' again cried Lucy, 'you have a son; speak to me, my darling;' but, like Rachel of old, she could not be thus revived, 'her soul was in departing.' "Lucy bore away the child from the chamber of death, and I closed her white eyelids, and laid her hands upon her breast.