“‘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.