, but the name of Edward constantly
recurred in his wanderings.
"Half an hour after the reading of that letter we heard those last
pathetic sighs, so terrible from their very softness, and saw the poor,
worn-out garment laid aside." Just before he died, he looked around the
room, and said very tenderly to the nurse, the physician, and his
daughters, who were present, "Thank you,--thank you all!" Sensible thus
to the very last of kindness, he breathed out his life in simple thanks,
swayed even in death by the spirit of profound courtesy that had ruled
his life.
MRS. LEWIS.
A STORY IN THREE PARTS.
PART I.
I.
"Here's something Gus Lewis would like to send by you, mother," said my
hasty boy John, plunging into the room at nine in the evening, and
stumbling over two trunks, three valises, and bandboxes countless.
The floor was strewn with bundles, and the mantel-piece adorned with
letters, directed to Springfield, Hartford, New Haven, and New York.
"Oh! ah! yes.
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