There were almost tears enough shed by us for his baptism, had tears been needed.

Lucy came next, and then the rosy-cheeked Roger, who had been persuaded to leave his new sled, a little while, that Saturday afternoon.
But now the little boy was coming in from his cradle.

His mother raised herself in the bed, and received him in her arms.

He had been weaned, but, on coming to his mother, he began to make some solicitations, which, beautiful and affecting though they were, some of us endeavored not to see, but turned to smell of some violets, and to open a book of engravings.

The mother smiled, and held him off, but immediately put two fingers, one on each eye, and wept;--the marriage-ring on one of those fingers,--ah, me! how had the finger shrunk away from it.