She wiped away her tears and said, softly, "I should love to think of her in heaven; but, oh, I shall be dreadfully lonesome without her."
I put out my hand and she shook it as if she could not bear to part. When we were almost out of sight, I looked back, and she was weeping bitterly, while the sexton began to throw the earth upon the coffin.
[CHAPTER II.]
WILLIE'S HAPPY DEATH.
As we passed the yard where we had seen the rocking-horse, we found two ladies standing near the gate. Presently one of them took a key from her pocket, unlocked it and went in; and then a gentleman of our party recognized in her an old friend.
"This is where our dear Willie is buried," said the lady. "His mother made me promise to come very often to visit the place."
"The last time I saw him, he was riding on his rocking-horse," replied the gentleman, gazing round him with new interest.
"Do you remember how he loved to sing?"
"Yes, ah, yes! but, his songs are ended, now."
"No, indeed!" exclaimed the lady, earnestly; "they are but just begun; I often think how he used to walk with me hour after hour on the beach, humming to himself his favorite hymn,—