His heart yearned within him; for he was eager to tell his wife of the new home which he had chosen.

But when he beheld her pale and hollow cheek, and found how her strength was wasted, he must have known that her appointed home was in a better land.

Happy for him then--happy both for him and her--if they remembered that there was a path to heaven, as well from this heathen wilderness as from the Christian land whence they had come.

And so, in one short month from her arrival, the gentle Lady Arbella faded away and died.

They dug a grave for her in the new soil, where the roots of the pine-trees impeded their spades; and when her bones had rested there nearly two hundred years, and a city had sprung up around them, a church of stone was built upon the spot.
Charley, almost at the commencement of the foregoing narrative, had galloped away, with a prodigious clatter, upon Grandfather's stick, and was not yet returned.