So large a boy should have been ashamed to ride upon a stick.

But Laurence and Clara had listened attentively, and were affected by this true story of the gentle lady who had come so far to die so soon.

Grandfather had supposed that little Alice was asleep; but towards the close of the story, happening to look down upon her, he saw that her blue eyes were wide open, and fixed earnestly upon his face.
The tears had gathered in them, like dew upon a delicate flower; but when Grandfather ceased to speak, the sunshine of her smile broke forth again.
"Oh, the lady must have been so glad to get to heaven!" exclaimed little Alice.

"Grandfather, what became of Mr.Johnson ?" asked Clara.
"His heart appears to have been quite broken," answered Grandfather; "for he died at Boston within a month after the death of his wife.

He was buried in the very same tract of ground where he had intended to build a dwelling for Lady Arbella and himself.