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 1 I will that they also whom thou hast given me be with me where am." Churchill rai- Sed his hand for moment from his face, and then looked towards Heaven. A smile of rapture was on his face he again covered his eyes; George read on in a broken voice, but he betrayed no farther emotion. His hand at last fell gently from his tace.-- Mrs. Churchill uttered scream of horror on seeing the pale and fixed lock :; he did not hear it; the pure spirit was at last { free.

 , It was morning when the confusion of ideas began to subSide, and the dreadful truth gradually returned to my recollec- { ton. Istarted from the bed where[ had been laid, and perceivlng my poor worn out ser- want asleep, softly left the room, deter mining to look once more on that beloved countenance, in which had so long read the soul of Churchill. l saw a door half opened, and entered the room, but could scarcely believe that was in the apart { ment of my departed friend. There was none of the mockery of death-all was as if nothing unusual had happened. A win dow was open, into which had strayed the towering branch of a white lilac that grew against it, and now filled the apartment with perfume. hoped had only been dreaming of misery, and approached the bed. The curtains were closed, but upon gently drawing them aside, I felt the real- 1 ity of my wretchedness when discovered Churchill's mother leaning over his pale corpse. She started on seeing me, but held her hand with smile that resembled Chur- chill's.

 1 He is still himself, said she, turning ag- ain to gaze on his countenance How pla- cid !! how profoundly peaceful! I would not bring him back for thousand worlds. Oh God, only permit mo soon to follow him Yet l am wrong in thiss wish /; but | feel so helpless now when that counten- ance, which used to animate my heart, is so still ? She shuddered, 'Oh God, support me-

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 I shall not attempt to describe the day that followed this morning, my dear Cath arine, nor the waking of the morning after. Mrs. Churchill's composure when met her on this morning surprised me. It was at the door ofmy triends's apartment she had locked t,but held the key to me faint ly smiling.

 You wish again to view that forsaken cottage of clay the spirit is now gone, in- deed! we must form some new ideas of his state, and learn how to follow him there.- May God give you the support he has be- slowed on me, added she, it is sufficient e. ven for the widow and childless.

 There was an expression almost of de- light in her countenance as she spoke.

 Will you join us soon ? she asked, as promised and left her, almost deprecating any support which seemed to me so unnat- ural.

 And can the mother of Churchill so soon desire to mourn without the bitter ness of grieffor him ? thought I, as en- tered the silent room, and with sickness of heart uncovered the pale face of Chur- chill. She had said right, the expression of his spirit had left its earthly tenement -his features, though beautiful, bore only the strengthened character of death. re- member contemplating his changed counte- nance with the most wre, ched and gloomy feelings,till was interrupted by some one tapping softly at the door of the room. I went to it,and found one of the little sisters of my friend.

 Mamma sent me to fetch you, said the little thing, in whisper; but though there was an expression of concern in her infan- tine countenance, it bore the bloom of rosy health and peace, and she smiled as she invited me to go with her.

 So you also have learned not to feel, little creature, said responsibility to the child, and putting away the little hand she had laid on mine. She looked hurt and a. bashed at my reproach, but said nothing, and fingered behind me. After going few steps, turned to make up for my harshness to the sweet child. She had sto- len into her brother's room. softly fol- lowed, and perceived her with an express sion of fondness, press her little cheek to his.

 Soyou still love your poor brother? said I.

 This is not Edmund now, replied she; Edmund is in heaven. and this is only the house in which his soul has lived and ma 1 ma cayc +I,ic hody rNuct ho laid ,njor tho