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weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her

husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly

bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred

in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both.

“I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my

name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once

was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made

illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it,

faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men,

bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and

golden hair, to this placethen fair to look upon, with not a trace

of this day’s disfigurementand I hear him tell the child my story,

with a tender and a faltering voice.

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is

a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.”

The End