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; painful thought weig