'Sir Alexander will be a father to you for my sake.

I am very happy, my dear child; I am going to Heaven, where my own sweet baby went before me; I shall meet him there.

Be a good boy, and love your mother, and your pretty little sister; and above all, my dear child, love your Saviour, who can lead you through the dark valley of the shadow of death, as gently as he is now leading me.

Should you live to be a man,' added she faintly, 'remember this hour, and the lady who loved and adopted you as her son.' "Then turning slowly towards her husband, she wound her thin transparent hands about his neck; breathed a few words of love in his ear, unheard by aught save him and me; and reclining her meek pale face upon his manly breast, expired without a struggle.
"A deep solemn pause succeeded.

I was too awe-struck to weep.