CHAPTER XV.

When the physician was first called in to attend Jane, he strictly

forbad any person sleeping with her: Elizabeth, therefore, removed to a

small camp bed, which was placed by her sister.

A few mornings after Mrs. Adair's visit to Mrs. Vincent, Jane suddenly

awoke; and in an earnest, quick tone of voice, begged that her sister

would come to her. "But first draw aside the window curtain," said she,

"That is right. Now come into my bed--only this morning--never--never

again."

Surprised at a request so unusual, Elizabeth instantly obeyed. "Do not

sit up, sister, nor creep from me; lay your head upon my pillow."

Jane now folded her arms round her sister's neck, and kissed her

tenderly.--"This is my first and last proof of affection! O, sister!

where--and when shall we meet again?"

The sun had risen, and gilded every part of the room. Jane raised

herself, as if by magic. "Let me behold every thing--for I shall never

behold any objects upon earth again! This day my soul will be required

by my Heavenly Father! Ah, my soul! it is an awful thing to die; even

with hope and trust in thy Almighty Power! But Thou art mighty to

strike,--merciful and gracious in raising thy servants unto glory."

Jane now paused; other thoughts seemed to arise. Her glazed eyes

wandered from object to object. "Ah! there is my writing-desk; give that

to my mother! There is my Bible; that is for my dear little favourite!

Here is my watch; but I cannot see the minute finger move. It is of no

consequence: time will soon be over! Keep it, my dear Elizabeth, and

when you look upon it, remember we are to meet again!--Ah! thou bright

luminary!" she exclaimed, with fervency, "I hail thee, this, my last

morning upon earth, as the evidence of that Being, who will lead me

through the valley of the shadow of death, to never-ending glory! What

is this life, my dearest Elizabeth, when we come to die? But where is my

mother? I am weak--very weak, and faint."

"Let me support you, dear Jane," said Elizabeth, trembling with emotion.

"Well, sister," said Jane, faintly, "you shall support me. I will die in

your arms!"

Jane dropped in a state of insensibility upon her pillow. Elizabeth rang

the bell; and the next minute Mrs. Adair was in the room. She stepped to

the side of the bed where her youngest daughter lay; and, stooping,

listened to hear her breathe. "My affectionate, my dutiful child!" Here

she ceased, for tears checked her utterance. Jane sighed deeply; her

eyes gradually opened, and, at length, rested upon her mother: by slow

degrees recollection returned.

"Where could my thoughts be!" she exclaimed in hurried accents. "Is my

mother here? Ah, yes! I behold her! I did not know you, indeed I did

not! But bless me; bless your daughter."

Mrs. Adair tenderly embraced Jane; and in faltering accents blessed her.

"My dearest, kindest mother, be comforted! We are parting--but to meet

again! The trial will soon be over! My hope is fixed upon the promises

of a merciful Redeemer! I am only going a little--a very little while

before you! How joyful is the thought, that we are not separating for

ever!--this is my joy," and her eyes brightened as she spoke, "that I

have reverenced my God, and loved my mother. But this pain;--O, it is

violent!--Mother--"...Here the voice ceased; not a sigh, not a whisper

was heard.

Mrs. Adair, who had been supporting her daughter, now gently placed her

head upon the pillow, and silently led Elizabeth out of the room.

At the door of her own apartment she saw Mrs. Lloyd; and desiring her to

take the charge of Elizabeth, who appeared almost convulsed with

anguish, instantly returned into the chamber she had so recently

quitted. After indulging that grief, which the most unfeeling in some

measure experience, when they behold the lifeless remains of a being

they had loved, she calmly proceeded to accomplish the desire of the

departed, in preparing her for that narrow spot, which confines all that

was mighty, rich, noble, excellent--the despised of the world, the

neglected of the world; that spot which is the boundary of ambition, and

the sure refuge for the distressed.

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