A crumpled letter fell from his hand, and in a voice that was scarcely audible from weakness, he said,-- "It is my mother's letter: the last I had from her--she was expecting me home; but she will never see me more.

Oh, put it to my lips--let me kiss it before I die.

Mother! mother! Oh my God!" I placed the letter in his cold hand, and raised it to his lips; his eye lighted for a moment; we heard the faint sound of a kiss, and all was over!.