u, papa?' I could only burst out into tears in reply. I have seen
many and many a man dying, and there's a look about the eyes which you
cannot mistake. There was a little drummer-boy I was fond of who was hit
down before my company at Kuhnersdorf; when I ran up to give him
some water, he looked exactly like my dear Bryan then did--there's no
mistaking that awful look of the eyes. We carried him home and scoured
the country round for doctors to come and look at his hurt.

But what does a doctor avail in a contest with the grim invincible
enemy? Such as came could only confirm our despair by their account
of the poor child's case. He had mounted his horse gallantly, sat him
bravely all the time the animal plunged and kicked, and, having overcome
his first spite, ran him at a hedge by the roadside. But there were
loose stones at the top, and the horse's foot caught among them, and he
and his brave little rider rolled over together at the other side. The
people said they saw the noble little boy spring up after his fall and
run to catch the horse; which had broken away from him, kicking him on
the back, as it would seem, as they lay on the ground. Poor Bryan ran a
few yards and then dropped down as if shot. A pallor came over his face,
and they thought he was dead. But they poured whisky down his mouth, and
the poor child revived: still he could not move; his spine was injured;
the lower half of him was dead when they laid him in bed at home. The
rest did not last long, God help me! He remained yet for two days with
us; and a sad comfort it was to think he was in no pain.

During this time the dear angel's temper seemed quite to change: he
asked his mother and me pardon for any act of disobedience he had been
guilty of towards us; he said often he should like to see his brother
Bullingdon. 'Bully was better than you, papa,' he said; 'he used not
to swear so, and he told and taught me many good things while you were
away.' And, taking a hand of his mother and mine in each of his little
clammy ones, he begged us not to quarrel so, but love each other, so
that we might meet again in heaven, where Bully told him quarrelsome
people never went. His mother was very much affected by these
admonitions from the poor suffering angel's mouth; and I was so too. I
wish she had enabled me to keep the counsel which the dying boy gave us.

At last, after two days, he died. There he lay, the hope of my family,
the pride of my manhood, the