CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

The outbreak being thus speedily quelled, the Earl was enabled very soon

to return in safety to his country residence. He had there a severe

affliction awaiting him. Owing either to the over-exertions made by

Lord Fitz Barry on the night of the attack at the planter's house, or

from some other cause, his disease from that time gained rapid ground.

His friend Denham now felt greatly alarmed at the change which he

remarked in him, and saw too clearly that he was destined to remain but

a short time longer on earth. The surgeon also, who had known him some

years, was of the same opinion. Captain Falkner felt, though most

reluctantly, that it was his duty to convey the sad information to his

father and sister. The Earl refused to believe it, but Nora saw, with

grief, the sad change which even a few days had made in her beloved

brother. He could now only sit up for a short time in an armchair.

In consequence of the rebellion the _Cynthia_ had to remain for some

time in the harbour, and accordingly Denham was able to obtain leave to

remain with his friend. He and Nora, therefore, were constantly by the

side of the dying youth. Barry would not for some time believe that his

own end was approaching. Often, with tears in her eyes, Nora spoke to

him of that happy land to which all those who trust in the Rock of Ages

are certainly bound.

"There will be no more sorrow, no more suffering, no more fighting, no

more wounds in that land, dear Barry," she said, taking his hand.

"Still, life is sweet. I wish you could have remained with us; but we

must bow to God's will. They say you have not many more days to remain

on earth, Barry; but surely we must feel the parting more severely--we

who have to remain in this world exposed to so many dangers, than you

should, who have to go to that land of joy and rest."

The young lieutenant shook his head.

"It is hard for me to acknowledge that, dear Nora," he answered. "I

care not for the dangers; and there are so many things to enjoy in this

life, that I had hoped to remain in it to a good old age. I have

everything to make life pleasant, and can you be surprised, then, that I

should be unwilling to quit it without a sigh?"

"O! no, no," she answered. "I know that; but still, remember, it is but

to enter into a life of eternal joy that you leave this world of trials.

Because, let us deceive ourselves as we may, there are many causes

which must bring us sorrow and pain. You remember how we grieved when

our dear mother was taken from us, and then it was very sad to leave the

old castle, and then, too, we have sorrowed on account of our father,

that his property has suffered so much; and though we have been very

lovingly dealt with by God, yet He has not allowed life to be so

delightful to us that we should be willing to remain here for ever."

Denham spoke to his friend in the same strain. Often did his heart

swell within him as he had to address the dying youth, and many a time

he dashed away from his eyes the fast-falling tears as he thought that

in a few days they must part, never again to meet in this world. He had

seen several of his shipmates cut down by the sword of the enemy. Young

as he was, death was no stranger to him. The saddest loss he had ever

yet experienced was that of his brave and gentle friend, with his youth

and rank and many noble qualities. Even to the end, which came at last,

the Earl could not believe that his son was dying.

It was daytime. The soft breeze came in through the open window. He

sat, as usual, in his chair, with his sweet sister on one side and his

friend Denham on the other. His hands were placed in theirs. He felt

that he was about to take his departure.

"Kiss me, Nora," he said.

Denham felt him press his hand for an instant; then the fingers relaxed,

and he sank back, and they both saw that his spirit had fled.

Nora did not give way to tears; her grief was too deep for that. Denham

felt that he could not venture to comfort her; he dared not even trust

his voice in words. Happily, Sophy came in, and the attendants were

summoned, and Nora was led away to her chamber.

Denham's leave had just then expired. He went to pay his farewell

respects to the Earl; but Lord Kilfinnan entreated him to remain.

"I will write to Captain Falkner," he said. "He will not insist upon

your returning on board just now. I must have you with me. You are my

son's dearest friend. I know that from the way he spoke of you. I

cannot let you go. You must stop and comfort a broken-hearted old man.

And poor Nora, she will feel his death dreadfully. Well, `God's will be

done;' perhaps, after all, the poor lad would have found that he had but

a scant inheritance to support his title."

Denham remained in the house as desired, having obtained leave from

Captain Falkner to do so. He occasionally saw Lady Nora, who spoke to

him kindly and gently, as she naturally would do to her late brother's

friend. Lady Sophy was far more cordial in her manner. He, however,

conversed but little with the Earl. Indeed, it was very evident that

Lord Kilfinnan could not trust his voice to speak about his son. After

the funeral Denham once more returned on board.

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