her subsequently, fully
revealed it. It was the most lofty and refined feeling of which humanity
is capable--the worship of the artist--the friendship of the man.

Well,--the last scene arrived. We knew that the time had come. It was,
as she had hoped, at sunset. She gazed long at the changing splendors of
the western sky. 'Such,' she said, 'is death. Life merely revolves away
from us, but the soul still shines the same upon another sphere. The
faith that invests death with terror is a false one. We pass from one
world to another--drop one style of existence for a higher. We enter on
a life in which may be realized all which here we have vainly sought
for. The soul-longings shall all be there fulfilled. Come soon--all of
you. I shall be waiting you. There love and friendship--unsullied and
unruffled--without passion or misconception--will give perpetual
happiness.'

* * * * *

And so she passed away. This is the tenth anniversary of her death. We
bore hither all that was left of her to us, and Frank's chisel has
marked her resting place. Her children are beside her, and I wait
impatiently the time when I may enter with them on that existence where
the budding affections of earth shall blossom into immortal enjoyment.

* * * * *

As Mr. Bell ceased his narrative, I pressed his hand, and without words
departed.

About noon next day the rumor circulated through the streets that he was
dead. I hastened to his house, and learned that it was true. He had been
found at a late hour of the morning lying on his bed, dressed as I had
left him. Physicians made an examination of the corpse, and attributed
the cause to apoplexy. I did not lament him, for I knew his spirit was
in the embrace of the loved ones who went before him.

* * * * *

SELF-RELIANCE.

When the eaglets' tender wings are feathered
The old eagles crowd them from the nest;
Down they flutter till their plumes have gathered
Strength to lift them to the granite crest
Of the hills their eldest sires possessed.

When the one cub of the lordly lions
Strikes the earth and shakes his bristling mane,
Forth they lash him, though he growl defiance,
O'er the sand-waste to pursue his gain,--
Shaggy Nimrod of the desert plain!

Still the eagles watch out from the eyrie
On the mountains, their young heirs to screen;
The old lions o