Chapter 24 WITH THE DYING.

"O sad and solemn is the trembling watch

Of those who sit and count the heavy hours,

Beside the fevered sleep of one they love!

O awful is it in the hushed mid night,

While gazing on the pallid, moveless form,

To start and ask, 'Is it now sleep-or death?'"

Anonymous.

Mary could not be patient in her loneliness; so much painful