While Corbell was ill Mr. Davis called on us for the last time, as he was never again in Richmond. When he came in I drew up a chair for him, but he said:
"May I not sit on the bed beside our sick boy?"
When Corbell's lunch was brought in he asked that luncheon be brought for Mr. Davis, to which Mr. Davis added his voice.
"Shall I say grace, Mr. Davis, or will you?" asked the child.
"You, if you please," Mr. Davis replied, "for I should like to hear your grace."
Closing his beautiful eyes Corbell said the grace his father had taught him:
"Dear Jesus, be our Guest to-day,"
adding, "and never mind, Jesus, about Mr. Davis being here for he would like to have you."
I do not think that the child took his eyes from Mr. Davis's face, except to say grace, during the whole time the visitor was there. Oh, but that face was so awfully, so pathetically changed! Every expression, the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes, all betokened a broken heart. Only the harmony of motion and the melody of tone remained.