"Ah, Ellen, then you are not sorry I am not your brother?"
"No, sir, not at all sorry now."
After the marriage of Alice, Mr. Saunders sold his property in the city, and went to P— to live with his daughter, Ellen Collins, in a beautiful house he had built for them. Where every year that he witnessed her truthful, conscientious life, he became more convinced that, in the words of the poet, though:
"The grave's dark portal
Soon shuts this world of shadows from the view
Then shall we grasp realities immortal,
if to the truth within us, we are true."