and with a smile, kissing her daughter twice,—saying, first—"That's for 'thank you;'" and then again—"and that's for 'good-night,'"—she retired to rest.
The next morning, the family could not rouse her. She slept gently on—still slept. The day wore on to night, and still she gently slept; once there dawned a slight shadow of a smile—then the breathing was a little heavier—and then, with a single sigh, the land of clouds and death was left for that of light and life, on December 20th, 1866.
"Oh! not 'till brittle walls,
'Till life's gay glittering show,
'Till each in ruin falls,
Shall the freed spirit know
Its growth, its strength, its native skies.
Poor captive soul, awake, arise!"
Butler & Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London.
