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could scarcely control her risibles, but he was sure to loose his hold before the solemn “Amen” was pronounced, and as soon as the closed eyes of his parents were opened he looked as demure as if nothing had happened.
At this moment a hurried rap was given at the door; it was opened, and Lieutenant Morse entered. Deep anxiety was depicted on his countenance, and without ceremony he requested Mrs. D. to accompany him to his house. The question being asked if Franky was worse, was answered in the affirmative. Mrs. D. was seated in the chaise; they drove rapidly down the descent to the highway, and in a moment were out of sight. Mr. Morse soon drove to his own door, where his friend alighted. Mrs. D. with a noiseless step entered the sick room, where several neighbors were already present. The little
sufferer lay in the arms of its pale and weeping mother, in strong convulsions. This kind-hearted lady advanced and took the child. Captain De Van was not a man that absented himself from scenes of suffering, but taking his hat and cane, walked leisurely down the road that lay upon the banks of the river, which formed a deep bend, where, many years before, the inhabitants of this village had selected the burying-place of their dead. The thoughtful eye of our friend gazed with intense interest upon the richly cultivated fields, while upon the other hand the lofty hills stood out in bold relief, and ever and anon the white rock could be seen peering through the green foliage, that fringed the banks of the beautiful river. The branches of the elm and the box were interwoven, and by its side like a sentinel
"The lombard poplar stood,
And silver willow gently bowed,
Happy indeed is he who can look from “nature up to nature's God. Our friend halted as he came up to the city of the dead, and leaned pensively over the white fence; there he could see engraved upon the white and grey marble, the names of many whose memory was yet dear to him. He repeated almost audibly, “there was a garden, and in the garden a new sepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid.” He thought of the unbroken ranks of his dear family, then offered a silent prayer to that God in whose hand are the issues of life and death, beseeching him to defend from the arrows of death, which were flying thick around them. He saw not the dark cloud that was gathering, nor the bitter cup which he
was soon to drink. It was a pensive hour and a suitable place for such reflections. The birds had sung their evening lays, and all nature was hushed.
The footsteps of a traveller aroused him from bis reverie. He soon joined him, and found it was a young man with whom he had a slight acquaintance, who had been to a neighboring village to obtain medical aid for his friend. They were soon at the bedside of the dying child, where they found Mr. Willard and his lady. They did not wait for a formal introduction, but did what they could for the consolation of the afflicted family. Mrs. Willard and Mrs. De Van dressed the corpse
in a white muslin robe and laid it away; the little chair and empty cradle were carefully set aside, and Franky's toys were gathered up and laid in the drawer by the weeping
friends. While the two gentlemen who had been strangers but a few moments before, were mutually making arrangements for the funeral, each anxious to do his part on this mournful occasion.
Mr. and Mrs. Willard resolved to spend the night with their new friends, and watch the corpse. After an appropriate prayer by their minister, the Rev. Mr. Bradley, in which he earnestly besought God to temper the winds to the shorn of his flock, Mr. and Mrs. D. walked home.
Mr. D. broke the silence by remarking that he liked the appearance of his new friend very much. Mrs. D. replied that he had shown himself very kind,“ but there is one thing that I am sorry to learn of him."
“ What is that, Jane?”
“If I have been correctly informed, he has brought into our little village a