"We are to believe the declarations of Holy Writ—its promises as well as its denunciations."
"True, that is the only thing that can enable one to look into the narrow house without a shudder. How mistaken are those who suppose life is not lost, provided there is peace at its close! I have hope for the future; but I still feel that I have lost my life."
Henry's heart was too full to allow him to make any reply to his brother's declaration.
"We have passed many happy days in our youth under the shade of this tree. We shall never sit together here again."
"We may."
"I am nearer the close of my journey than you are aware. I am warned by a feeling here," laying his hand on his heart, "to regard every day as my last."
"It gives me inexpressible joy to hear you speak thus composedly respecting the trying hour."
"Brother, I should like to see Margaret Gray before I die." A smile was upon his countenance as he spoke thus, but deep earnestness in his tones.
"I will go and see her, and make known your request. She will not fail to grant it, I am sure."
"Tell her I wish to see her as Margaret Gray. Help me now to my room, when I have taken one more view of this scene, from which I do so earnestly wish I had never departed."