I'm getting rayther tired o' this world, Miss Ellinor." "Don't talk so," said Ellinor, tenderly.

"I know how sad it is, but, oh! remember how I shall want a friend when you're gone, to advise me as you have done to-day.

You're not feeling ill, Dixon, are you ?" she continued, anxiously.
"No! I'm hearty enough, and likely for t' live.

Father was eighty-one, and mother above the seventies, when they died.

It's only my heart as is got to feel so heavy; and as for that matter, so is yours, I'll be bound.
And it's a comfort to us both if we can serve him as is dead by any care of ours, for he were such a bright handsome lad, with such a cheery face, as never should ha' known shame." They rode on without much more speaking.