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THE TWIN SISTERS.
came the aged Indian woman, to weep and to pray as she knelt before the mournful statues of those who were the children of her heart. One day, they found her, in her usual attitude—her eyes fixed on the sculpture, her hands clasped, as if in earnest prayer. But the eyes were closed—and the hands rigid–God had, in his mercy, released her; and the faithful and affectionate Indian had died in the very act of praying by those whom she had loved so dearly and so well. They were going to bury her in the church-yard; but, at Mr. Dalton's command, the family vault was opened and they laid her at the feet of her mistress.
