to return to her apartment, but when that good woman, overcome by fatigue, had sunk into a slumber, poor Ellen would return and resume her prayer by the dead.

On the fourth day, he was borne to his grave. The tenants of the estate, and the friends of the family were present; for most were acquainted with Perkins, and all who knew loved him. His body was deposited in the earth; the rattling clods filled up the vacant space and soon the vivid recollection of his worth, with my eternal love and friendship, were all that remained to me of Edward Perkins.

He

Prior to the procession setting out, Father Power, partly of his own accord and partly at my uncle's request, made a few observations relative to the merits of the departed. commented on his many virtues, his charitable disposition, his love of knowledge, his humility, his candour-in fine, his many christain excel

lencies. "If there be any among you," he said, "who would study the character of a human being as near perfection as it is perhaps possible in an imperfect world to approach, let them study his. He has gone to a sphere where his virtues will be better appreciated, and to a scene more worthy of his deserts. This body, through the providence of the Deity, must experience decay, yet his mind shall experience none, but shall grow brighter, and fairer, and purer, throughout the long course of eternity. Let the sorrowing friends whom he leaves behind-let them emulate his good qualities, and thus may they safely calculate on rejoining him in another and more permanent world-a world where pain does not harass nor disease destroy. After all, why should we regret his departure; he is gone to a better place where sorrow and suffering shall assail him no more-a place where his keen inquiring mind shall have ample scope in solving problems for which there is no

solution here. There-dear friends, the inimitable sweetness of his disposition, the temper which nothing could ruffle, and the purity which nothing could assail, shall experience ample reward because ample scope for their exercise. But who shall comfort the bereft one who was to have shared his lot-who shall fill his place ❞—

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Here, the good Father was interrupted by a convulsed sob. He turned in the direction, and with tenderest accents exclaimed-"Ah, may God pity, may God relieve you."

Ellen had left her apartment unperceived, and had been present during Father Power's remarks. Ere the receptacle for the dead however, could be removed, the devoted girl rushed forward, and with a strength that no one could, or at least would resist, clasped the coffin in her arms. Every one was melted into tears. Again, unconsciousness came happily to her aid; when I raised and bore her carefully

away. Embracing the opportunity which this heart-rending incident afforded, the procession moved on; and ere Ellen had well revived, the remains of her Edward were reposing in the grave.

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CHAPTER XIX.

ELLEN FANSHAWE'S EN D.

"De ta tige detachée,

Pauvre feuille desséchée,

Où va tu? Je n'en sais rien:
L'orage a brisé le chêne

Qui seul était son soutien.
De son inconstante haleine
Le zèphyr ou l' aquilon,
Depuis ce jour me promêne
De la foret à la plaine,
De la montagne au valon;

Je vais ou le vent me mene

Sans me plaindre ou m' effrayer;

Je vais ou va toute chose,

Où va la feuille de rose,

Et la feuille du laurier."

AFTER the occurrences already related had

taken place, Ellen Fanshawe grew seriously