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'All seasons are alike to ri of summer and winter, shut up here

The Lord has been pleased to put rey hair, and her immovable face, as stiff as the

folds of her stony head-dress,--her being beyond the reach of the

seasons see beyond the reach of all

changing emotions On her little table lay two or three books, her handkerchief, a pair of

steel spectacles newly taken off, and an old-fashioned gold watch in a

heavy double case Upon this last object her son's eyes and her o

rested together 'I see that you received the packet I sent you on my father's death,

safely, mother' 'You see'

'I never knew my father to show so much anxiety on any subject, as that

his watch should be sent straight to you' 'I keep it here as a remembrance of your father'

'It was not until the last, that he expressed the wish; when he could

only put his hand upon it, and very indistinctly say toin his mind, as he

had been for many hours--I think he had no consciousness of pain in his

short illness--when I saw him turn himself in his bed and try to open

it' 'Was your father, then, not wandering in his mind when he tried to open

it?' 'No He was quite sensible at that time'