THE END.
April passed. May was passing; and the end of Jane Halliburton was at
hand. There was no secret now about her state; but she was going away
very peacefully.
In this month, May, there occurred another vacancy in the choir of the
cathedral. Little Gar--but he was growing too big now to be called
Little Gar--proved to be the successful candidate; so that both boys
were now in the choir.
"It will be such a help to me, learning to chant, should I ever try for
a minor canonry," boasted Gar, who never tired of telling them that he
meant to be a clergyman.
"Gar, dear, did you ever sit down and count the cost?" asked Mrs.
Halliburton. "I fear it will not be your luck to go to college."
"Labor omnia vincit," cried out Gar. "You have heard us stumbling over
our Latin often enough, mamma, to know what that means. Frank will need
to count the cost, too, if he is ever to make himself into a barrister;
and he says he _will_ be one."
"Oh, you two vain boys!" cried Jane, laughing.
"Mamma," spoke up Janey from the sofa--and her breathing was laboured
now--"is there harm in their wishing this?"
"Not at all. They are laudable aims. Only Frank and Gar are so poor and
friendless that I fear the hopes are too ambitious to end in anything
but disappointment."
Janey called Gar to her, and pulled his face down to a level with hers,
whispering softly, "Strive well, Gar, and trust in God."
Later, when Jane had to be out on an indispensable errand, Dobbs came in
to sit with Janey. She brought her some jelly in a saucer.
"I am nearly tired of it, Dobbs," said Janey. "I grow tired of
everything. And I don't like to say so, because it seems so ungrateful."
"It's the nature of illness to get tired of things," responded Dobbs,
who thought it was her mission never to cease buoying Janey up with
hope. "You'll be better when the hot weather comes in."
"No, I shan't, Dobbs. I shall never get better now."
A combination of feelings, indignation predominating, nearly took away
Dobbs's breath. "Who on earth has been putting that grim notion in your
head?" asked she.
"It is true, Dobbs."
"True!" ejaculated Dobbs. "Who has been saying it to you? I want to know
that."
"Mamma for one. She----"
"Of all the stupids!" burst forth Dobbs, drowning what Janey was about
to say. "To frighten the child by telling her she's going to die!"
"It does not frighten me, Dobbs. I like to lie and think of it."
Dobbs fell into a doubt whether Janey was in her senses. "Like to lie
and think of being screwed down in a coffin, and put into the cold
ground, and left there till the judgment day!" uttered she.
"Oh, but, Dobbs, you must know better than that," returned Jane. "_We_
are not put into the coffin; it is only our bodies that are put into the
coffin; we go into the world of departed spirits."
"De-par-ted what?" ejaculated Dobbs, whose notions of the future--the
life after this life--were not very definite; and who could not have
been more astonished had Jane begun to talk to her in Greek.
"Mamma has always tried to explain these things to us," said Jane. "She
has made them as clear to us as they can be made, and she has taught us
not to fear death. She says a great mistake is often made by those who
bring up children. They are taught to run away from death as something
gloomy and frightful, instead of being shown its bright side."
"Well, I never heard the like!" exclaimed Dobbs, lost in wonder. "How
can there be a bright side to death?--in a horrid coffin, with brass
nails and tin-tacks that screw you down?"
Tears filled Janey's eyes. "Oh, Dobbs, you must learn better than that,
or how will you ever be reconciled to death? Don't you know that when
we die, we--our spirit, that is, for it is our spirit that lives and
thinks--leave our body behind us? There's no more consciousness in our
body, and it is put into the grave till the last day. It is like the
shell that the silkworm casts away when it comes into the moth: the life
is in the moth: not in the cast-off shell. You cannot think what trouble
mamma has taken with us always to explain these things; and she has
talked to me so much lately."
"And where does the spirit go--by which, I suppose, you mean the soul?"
asked Dobbs.
Janey shook her head, to express her ignorance at the best. "It is all a
mystery," she said; "but mamma has taught us to believe that there's a
place for the departed, and that we shall be there. It is not to be
supposed that the soul, a thing of life, could be boxed up in a coffin,
Dobbs. When Jesus Christ said to the thief on the cross, 'To-day shalt
thou be with me in paradise,' he meant that world. It is a place of
light and rest."
"And the good and bad are there together?"
Again Janey shook her head. "Don't you remember, in the parable of the
rich man and the beggar, there was a great gulf between them, and
Abraham said that it could not be passed? I dare say it will be very
peaceful and happy there: quite different from this world, where there's
so much trouble and sickness. Why should I be afraid of death, Dobbs?"
Dobbs sat looking at her, and was some minutes before she spoke. "Not
afraid to die!" she slowly said. "Well, I should be."
Janey's eyes were wet. "Nobody need be afraid to die when they have
learnt to trust in God. Don't you know," she answered with something
like enthusiasm, "that many people, when dying, have seen Jesus waiting
for them? What does it matter, then, where our bodies are put? We are
going to be with Jesus. Indeed, Dobbs, there's nothing sad in dying, if
you only can look at it in the right way. It is those who look at it in
the wrong way that are afraid to die."
"The child's as learned as a minister!" was Dobbs's inward comment.
"Ours told us last Sunday evening at Chapel that we were all on the high
road to perdition. I'd rather listen to her creed than to his: it sounds
more encouraging. Their ma hasn't brought 'em up amiss; and that's the
truth!"
The soliloquy was interrupted by the return of Mrs. Halliburton. Almost
immediately afterwards some visitors came in--Mary Ashley and Anna Lynn.
It was the first time Mary had been there, and she had come to bring
Janey some more books. She was one of those graceful children whom it is
pleasant to look at. A contrast in attire she presented to the little
Quakeress, with her silk dress, her straw hat, trimmed with a wreath of
flowers and white ribbons, her dark curls falling beneath it. She was
much younger than her brother Henry; but there was a great resemblance
between them--in the refined features, the bright complexion, and the
soft dark eyes. Somehow, through a remark made by Dobbs, the
conversation turned upon Jane's inability to recover; and Mary Ashley
heard with extreme wonder that death was not dreaded. "Her ma has taught
her different," was Dobbs's comment.
"Mamma takes great pains with us," observed Mary; "but I should not like
to die. How is it?" she added, turning to Mrs. Halliburton. "Jane is not
much older than I, and yet she does not dread it!"
"My dear," was the reply, "I think it is simply this. Those whom God is
intending to take from the world, He often, in His mercy and wisdom,
weans from the love of it. You are healthy and strong, and the world is
pleasant to you. Jane has been so long weak and ill that she no longer
finds enjoyment in it; and this naturally causes her to look beyond this
world to the rest and peace of the next. All things are well ordered."
Mary Ashley began to think they must be. Chattering Anna, vain Anna, sat
gazing at Mary's pretty hat, her drooping curls; none, except Anna
herself, knew with what envious longing. Anna, at any rate, was not
tired of the world.
The end grew nearer and nearer. There came a day when Jane did not get
up; there came a second, and a third. On the fourth morning, Janey, who
had passed a comfortable night, compared with some nights which had
preceded it, was sitting up in bed when her brothers came in from
school. They hurried over their breakfast and ran up to her, carrying
the remains of it in their hands.
The first few minutes after breakfast had always been devoted by Jane to
reading to her children; in spite of her necessity for close working
they were so devoted still. "I will read here this morning," she
observed, as the boys stood around the bed.
"Mamma," interrupted Janey, "read about the holy city, in the Book of
Revelation."
Mrs. Halliburton turned to the twenty-first chapter, and had read to the
twenty-third verse--"And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the
moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb
is the light thereof"--when Jane suddenly started forward in bed, her
eyes fixed on some opposite point. Mrs. Halliburton paused, and
endeavoured to put her gently back again.
"Oh, mamma, don't keep me!" she said in a strangely thrilling tone;
"don't keep me! I see the light! I see papa!"
There was a strange light, not as of earth, in her own face, an
ineffable smile on her lip, that told more of heaven. Her arms dropped;
and she sank back on the pillow. Jane Halliburton had gone to her
Heavenly Father; it may be also to her earthly one. Gar screamed.
Dobbs arrived in the midst of the commotion. And when Dobbs saw what had
happened, she fell into a storm of anger, of passionate sobs, half ready
to knock down Mrs. Halliburton with words, and the poor boys with blows.
Why was she not called to see the last of her? The only young thing she
had cared for in all the world, and yet she could not be allowed to wish
her farewell! She'd never love another again as long as her days lasted!
In vain they strove to explain to her that it was sudden, unexpected,
momentary: Dobbs would not listen.
Mrs. Halliburton stole away from Dobbs's storm--anywhere. Her heart was
brimful. Although she had known that this must be the ending, now that
it had come she was as one unprepared. In her grief and sorrow, she was
tempted for a moment--but only for a moment--to question the goodness
and wisdom of God.
Some one called to her from the foot of the stairs, and she went down.
She had to go down; she could not shut herself up, as those can who have
servants to be their deputies. Anna Lynn stood there, dressed for
school.
"Friend Jane Halliburton, Patience has sent me to ask after Janey this
morning. Is she better?"
"No, Anna. She is dead."
Jane spoke with unnatural calmness. The child, scared at the words,
backed away out at the garden door, and then flew to Patience with the
news. It brought Patience in. Jane was nearly prostrate then.
"Nay, but thee art grieving sadly! Thee must not take on so."
"Oh, Patience! why should it be?" she wailed aloud in her despair and
bereavement. "Anna left in health and joyousness; my child taken! Surely
God is dealing hardly with me."
"Thee must not say that," returned Patience gravely. "But thee art not
thyself just now. What truth was it that I heard thee impress upon thy
child not a week ago? That God's ways are not as our ways."