“‘O Father of eternal life, and all

Created glories under thee!

Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall

Into true liberty.’”

“You are not, dear Cuthbert, impatient, I hope? We must all wait God’s time.”

“I hope not; but it is better to depart.”

He now listened with the most devout and prayerful attention as his father read to him; but before the chapter was finished, his head suddenly sunk upon his bosom, and his spirit departed.


CHAP. XIX.