Chapter 20 No.20

It was my last vigil by Hortense's bed-side-for, when morning came with its glad sun-beams, her spirit had passed away-there was no struggle, no pain, only a sinking to rest, a falling to sleep; a quiet transit from life's worrying turmoil, into the hallowed peace of death!

With a handful of fresh violets, and a cross upon her breast, a lily, wh