"Hark!" says Captain Inglis, "there is the carriage.—Edith, my dear, it is time we were going home." So the merry party breaks up, and soon the silence of midnight settles over the city.
Slowly the wind lulls itself to rest; the storm is over; the rain-clouds sweep back from the sky, and the stars gleam forth with softened brilliancy over the sleeping world; while the fair, placid moon, rising from a mist of vapours, shines down on the sodden earth, and lingering near a quiet churchyard lays her tearful beams, fondly, tenderly, on a peaceful grave marked only by a marble cross and the simple words,—"Aunt Judith."
THE END.