Like Pierre, she talked a great deal of you in her last illness, and sang the hymns you taught her.
'Give my dear love to Miss Danton,' were almost her last words to me; 'she has been very kind to me.

Tell her I will pray for her in Heaven.'" There was silence.
"Oh," Kate thought, with unutterable bitterness of sorrow; "how happy I might have been--how happy I might have made others, if I had given my heart to God, instead of to His creatures.

The bountiful blessings I have wasted--youth, health, opulence--how many poor souls I might have gladdened and helped!" She rose from the table, and walked over to the window.

The blackness of darkness had settled down over the earth, but she never saw it.

Was it too late yet?
Had she found her mission on earth?
Had she still something to live for?
Was she worthy of so great a charge?
A few hours before, and life was all a blank, without an object.