Harder to bear? Yes, Ermine had already been passing through a heart

sickness that made the morning like an age. Her resolute will had

struggled hard for composure, cheerfulness, and occupation; but the

little watchful niece had seen through the endeavour, and had made her

own to the sleepless night and the headache. The usual remedy was a

drive in a wheeled chair, and Rose was so urgent to be allowed to go and

order one, that Ermine at last yielded, partly because she had hardly

energy enough to turn her refusal graciously, partly because she would

not feel herself staying at home for the vague hope and when the child

was out of sight, she had the comfort of clasping her hands, and ceasing

to restrain her countenance, while she murmured, "Oh, Colin, Colin, are

you what you were twelve years back? Is this all dream, all delusion,

and waste of feeling, while you are lying in your Indian grave, more

mine than you can ever be living be as it may,-"'Calm me, my God, and keep me calm

While these hot breezes blow;

Be like the night dew's cooling balm

Upon earth's fevered brow.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,

Soft resting on Thy breast;

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,

And bid my spirit rest.'"




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