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Her
couch
was
dressed
with
here
and
there
some
winter
berries
and
green
leaves
,
gathered
in
a
spot
she
had
been
used
to
favour
.
‘
When
I
die
,
put
near
me
something
that
has
loved
the
light
,
and
had
the
sky
above
it
always
.
’
Those
were
her
words
.
She
was
dead
.
Dear
,
gentle
,
patient
,
noble
Nell
was
dead
.
Her
little
bird
—
a
poor
slight
thing
the
pressure
of
a
finger
would
have
crushed
—
was
stirring
nimbly
in
its
cage
;
and
the
strong
heart
of
its
child
mistress
was
mute
and
motionless
for
ever
.
Where
were
the
traces
of
her
early
cares
,
her
sufferings
,
and
fatigues
?
All
gone
.
Sorrow
was
dead
indeed
in
her
,
but
peace
and
perfect
happiness
were
born
;
imaged
in
her
tranquil
beauty
and
profound
repose
.
And
still
her
former
self
lay
there
,
unaltered
in
this
change
.
Yes
.
The
old
fireside
had
smiled
upon
that
same
sweet
face
;
it
had
passed
,
like
a
dream
,
through
haunts
of
misery
and
care
;
at
the
door
of
the
poor
schoolmaster
on
the
summer
evening
,
before
the
furnace
fire
upon
the
cold
wet
night
,
at
the
still
bedside
of
the
dying
boy
,
there
had
been
the
same
mild
lovely
look
.
So
shall
we
know
the
angels
in
their
majesty
,
after
death
.
The
old
man
held
one
languid
arm
in
his
,
and
had
the
small
hand
tight
folded
to
his
breast
,
for
warmth
It
was
the
hand
she
had
stretched
out
to
him
with
her
last
smile
—
the
hand
that
had
led
him
on
,
through
all
their
wanderings
.
Ever
and
anon
he
pressed
it
to
his
lips
;
then
hugged
it
to
his
breast
again
,
murmuring
that
it
was
warmer
now
;
and
,
as
he
said
it
,
he
looked
,
in
agony
,
to
those
who
stood
around
,
as
if
imploring
them
to
help
her
.
She
was
dead
,
and
past
all
help
,
or
need
of
it
.
The
ancient
rooms
she
had
seemed
to
fill
with
life
,
even
while
her
own
was
waning
fast
—
the
garden
she
had
tended
—
the
eyes
she
had
gladdened
—
the
noiseless
haunts
of
many
a
thoughtful
hour
—
the
paths
she
had
trodden
as
it
were
but
yesterday
—
could
know
her
never
more
.
‘
It
is
not
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
,
as
he
bent
down
to
kiss
her
on
the
cheek
,
and
gave
his
tears
free
vent
,
‘
it
is
not
on
earth
that
Heaven
’
s
justice
ends
.
Think
what
earth
is
,
compared
with
the
World
to
which
her
young
spirit
has
winged
its
early
flight
;
and
say
,
if
one
deliberate
wish
expressed
in
solemn
terms
above
this
bed
could
call
her
back
to
life
,
which
of
us
would
utter
it
!
’
When
morning
came
,
and
they
could
speak
more
calmly
on
the
subject
of
their
grief
,
they
heard
how
her
life
had
closed
.
She
had
been
dead
two
days
.
They
were
all
about
her
at
the
time
,
knowing
that
the
end
was
drawing
on
.
She
died
soon
after
daybreak
.
They
had
read
and
talked
to
her
in
the
earlier
portion
of
the
night
,
but
as
the
hours
crept
on
,
she
sunk
to
sleep
.
They
could
tell
,
by
what
she
faintly
uttered
in
her
dreams
,
that
they
were
of
her
journeyings
with
the
old
man
;
they
were
of
no
painful
scenes
,
but
of
people
who
had
helped
and
used
them
kindly
,
for
she
often
said
‘
God
bless
you
!
’
with
great
fervour
.
Waking
,
she
never
wandered
in
her
mind
but
once
,
and
that
was
of
beautiful
music
which
she
said
was
in
the
air
.
God
knows
.
It
may
have
been
.
