Her's was "a broken and a contrite heart," and of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Could mortal agony such as Mr. Grey's be added to, as he followed his idolized child to the grave?
Yes—even there something was to be added—for Wentworth, as chief mourner, stepped forward and offered his arm to the unhappy father, which, even at that moment, and in that presence, Mr. Grey could not help shaking off.
And what have this childless, broken-hearted couple left of their beautiful daughter?
A picture—delicate and lovely in its lineaments, but
"To those who see thee not, my words are weak,
To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak."
The canvas must fail in the life-speaking eye; and exquisite though the pictured image be, oh! how cold to those who knew and idolized the beautiful original.
Heaven help you, unhappy parents! Your all was wrecked in that one frail bark. Though friends may sympathize at first, yet they will grow weary of your grief—for such is human nature. God comfort you! for there is no earthly hope for those who have lost their only child.