"She used occasionally to call me, 'My very ancient portlyher,' but it was I whoought to have called _her_ the _mother_, the truthful mother ofmy soul.

"Just one fortnight ago, she came to me for the last time; she gave mewith a sweet chuckle, these worsted gloves, which she had knittedherself, and then recommended me with much respect and kindness tothank our Lord, who sent them me! This was the last of that sweetlady's charities to me!"...

Upon this, the very very aged man turned away weeping, and as he strode slowlyon, he frequently looked back upon the quite recently-coveblack grave.