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"Look there," he said, "the river! go close with me-for this is our last moment. Dawn, I am yours; not even death can part us. I am not going; I am coming closer than any earthly relation could bring me to you; coming-call them." Parents and sister stood beside the bed with tearful eyes. To them he was going far away. Dawn saw not the death-dew on the marble brow, nor heeded the passing breath.

"No, no!" cried Eugene, in piercing tones of anguish, while with his trembling hand he stroked his brother's hair and wiped the death-dew from his brow. "Eugene," murmured Louis, "my wife my chil " "Oh! they shall be mine mine, beloved," was the passionate reply. "Kiss me, brother, and bear the kiss to my Urania." Eugene stifled his sobs, and kissed the pale, cold lips.

It will be the last time I shall hear them here, mother. Is it almost morning?" The pale mother wiped the death-dew from his brow and kissed him, saying, "Yes, dear, it's almost morning. The bells will chime soon as the first ray comes over the hills." Patiently the child sat, pillowed in his bed, till the golden arrows of light flashed over the earth. Day had come, but no chime.

She wiped the death-dew from his face, from which the soot had been washed with water from the stream, and moistened his lips with a cordial. He was a youth, of the kind that should not die too early, so vigorous was his young body, so manly and true his dear face; but it was only a matter of ten minutes stay beside the little stream for Tim Hurley.

Thrale in playful mood, telling of his household troubles, he says, "Williams hates everybody; Levett hates Desmoulins, and does not love Williams; Desmoulins hates them both; Poll loves none of them." And he, the great, gruff and mighty Ursa Major, listened to all their woes, caring for them in sickness, wiping the death-dew from their foreheads, wearing crape upon his sleeve for them when dead.

Forgive ha! on your lives Let him not faint! rack him till he revives! "Vain vain give o'er. His eye Glazes apace. He does not feel you now; Stand back! I'll paint the death-dew on his brow. Gods I if he do not die But for one moment one till I eclipse Conception with the scorn of those calm lips! "Shivering! Hark! he mutters Brokenly now: that was a difficult breath Another?

Her colour vanished in a morbid pallor; a cold sweat lay like death-dew on her forehead; her eyes were fixed on some impending horror; her lips, blue and rigid, were strained with an unspeakable, intolerable anguish. Her left arm stiffened as if it were gripped in a vise of pain. Her right hand fluttered over her heart, plucking at an unseen weight.

William said mamma would be on the banks of the river, looking out for him; but it is William who is looking for me." Mr. Carlyle released one of his hands; she had taken them both; and with his own white handkerchief, wiped the death-dew from her forehead. "It is no sin to anticipate it, Archibald, for there will be no marrying or giving in marriage in Heaven: Christ said so.

There is no more terrible song than that, nor one in which love is brought so close to death. When she remembered it after-wards Gudrid saw well that she had indeed been lying with a dead man when that song was sung to her. For if she could have had the wits she would have felt at the time the death-dew on his face. But love had then bereft her of all wits.

He saw the little room where he would lie, his bed in one corner; he saw Isabel beside the bed; he saw himself, white, gasping, convulsed, upon it the shadows of the doctor and the priest were upon the wall he heard his own quick sobbing breath, he put out his finger and touched his own forehead wet with the death-dew he tasted and smelt the faint sickly atmosphere that hangs about a death chamber; and he watched the grey shadow of Azrael's wing creep across his face.