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could not then, tell me the reason—afterwards he told me—"he had been used to drink Mamma's health after dinner, and that came in his head, and made him cry." I feel the claims the boy has upon me—I perceive that I am living to some end—and the thought supports me.
Already I have attained to a state of complacent feelings—my Mother's lessons were not thrown away upon her Elinor.
In the visions of last night her spirit seemed to stand at my bedside—a light, as of noon day, shone upon the room—she opened my curtains—she smiled upon me with the same placid smile as in her life-time.I felt
