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"Mary, it is a terrible trial to yield you up, when I looked forward so joyously to the future It is hard to think of the long, long dreary years that are to come, and know that you will not be near me; that I cannot see your face, or hear your loved tones Oh, Mary, you know not the bitterness of this hour; yet I can say God's will be done, for I have conquered my own heart, but every earthly joy and hope has passed away To our reunion I must ever look as my only comfort, and I pray God that it may be speedy"

He bent his head till his lips rested on the white bro damp in death Wearily she turned her face toward his; he clasped the wasted forers clasped his hand gently, and she whispered, "Good-by!"

"Good-by, ain he pressed his lips to hers, and then rested her head more easily upon his ar her low, irregular breathing, fancied she slept again

One ar head Her beautiful brown hair fell over his arm, and left exposed the colorless face She asted, yet beautiful in its perfect peace and joy was the expression which rested on her features Dr Bryant, leaning his noble brow on hers, felt her spirit pass away in the last sigh which escaped her lips Yet he did not lift his head Cold as ered in his, still he clasped her tightly He sat with closed eyes, coony which welled up, and casting forth the bitterness which rief, and he said unto his tortured soul: "Be still! my treasure is laid up in heaven"

He lifted the hair froently drew his hand from hers; yet, save for the icy coldness of her brow, none would have known that the soul which lent such gentle loveliness to the countenance had flown home to God

Dr Bryant pressed a last kiss on the closed eyes and marble brow, softly laid her on her pillow, and left the room