Your young strength will then be _her_ stay and support." "Oh, mother! as if I could live when you are taken from me! What do I live for, but you?
What have I on earth but thee?
Other children have father and mother, and brothers and sisters, and friends.

If one is taken from them, they have others left to love and care for them, but I have nobody in the wide world but you.

I could not, would not live without you." I spoke with passionate earnestness.

Life without my mother! The very thought was death! I looked in her pale, beautiful face.

It was more than pale,--it was wan--it was sickly.