d. I asked him, if he felt as if he was going home--'not
just yet,' he replied. On giving him a little wine and water, he
revived. Shortly after, he said, 'You were alarmed without cause
just now, dear--I know the reason of the distress I felt, but am
too weak to explain it to you.' In a few moments he said to me,
'Since you spoke to me about George, I have prayed for him almost
incessantly--more than in all my life before.'

"It drew near twelve, the time for us to go to the boat. We were
distressed at the thought of removing him, when evidently so near
the last struggle, though we did not think it so near as it really
was. But there was no alternative. The chilling frown of the
iron-faced Tavoyan was to us as if he was continually saying, 'be
gone.' I wanted a little broth for my expiring husband, but on
asking them for a fowl they said they had none, though at that
instant, on glancing my eye through an opening in the floor, I saw
three or four under the house. My heart was well nigh breaking.

"We hastened to the boat, which was only a few steps from the
house. The Karens carried Mr. Boardman first, and as the shore was
muddy, I was obliged to wait till they could return for me. They
took me immediately to him; but O, the agony of my soul, when I saw
the hand of death was on him! He was looking me full in the face,
but his eyes were changed, not dimmed, but brightened, and the
pupils so dilated, that I feared he could not see me. I spoke to
him--kissed him--but he made no return, though I fancied that he
tried to move his lips. I pressed his hand, knowing that if he
could, he would return the pressure; but, alas! for the first time,
he was insensible to my love, and forever. I had brought a glass of
wine and water already mixed, and a smelling-bottle, but neither
was of any avail to him now. Agreeably to a previous request, I
called the faithful Karens, who loved him so much, and whom he had
loved unto death, to come and watch his last gentle breathings, for
there was no struggle.

"Never, my dear parents, did one of our poor fallen race have less
to contend with, in the last enemy. Little George was brought to
see his dying father, but he was too young to know there was cause
for grief When Sarah died, her father said to George, 'Poor little