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it did not, however wake the nurse : when it was over,
she lay some minutes exhausted ; then she whispered :
" Jane your little feet are bare ; lie down and cover
yourself with my quilt.'
" I did so : she put. her arm over me, and I nestled
close to her. After a long silence she resumed, still
whispering :
" lam very happy, Jane ; and when you hear that I
am dead you must be sure and not grieve; there is noth-
ing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the
illness which is removing me is not painful; it
.is gentle
and gradual ' • my mind is at rest. I have no one to regret
me much : 1 have only a father ; and he is lately married,
and will not miss me. By dying young I shall escape
great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make -
my way very well in the world : 1 should have been con-
tinually at fault.' "
" But wheFe are you going to, Helen ? Can you see ?
Do you know ?' .
" I believe ; I have faith : lam going to God.'
" Where is God ? What is God ?'

" Maker and yours; who will never destroy what
He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide
wholly in His goodness : I count the hours till that
eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal
Hint to me.'

" You are sure, then, Helen, that there is such a place
as Heaven ; and that our souls can get to it when we die ?'
‘" I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is
good : I can resign my immortal part to Him without any
misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend: I love
Him; I believe He loves me.'

" And shall. I see you again, Helen, when I die ?'
" You will come to the same region of happiness ; be
received by the same mighty, universal Parent, no doubt,
dear Jane.'

" Again I questioned ; but this time only in thought.
' Where is that region ? Does it exist ?' And I clasped
my arms closerfround Helen : she seemed dearer to me
than ever ; I Mt as if I could not let her go ; I lay with
my face hidden on her neck. Presently she said in the
swee.;est tone:—

" How comfortable lam ! That last fit of coughing
has tired me a little; I feel as if I could sleep : but don't
leave me, Jane ; I like to have you near me.'
" I'll stay with you, dear Helen : no one shall take
me away.'
" ' Are you warm, darling ?'
"`Yes.'
" Good night, Jane.'
" Good night, Helen.'
" She kissed me, and I her; and we both soon slum-
bered.

" When I awoke it was day : an unusual movemedt
roused me; I looked up; I was in somebody's arms: the
nurse held me ; she was carrying me through the passage
back to the dormitory. I was not reprimanded for leaV-
ing my bed ; people had something else to think about :
no explanation was afforded then to my many questions;
but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple,
on returning to her own room at dawn, had found me laid
in the little cri); my face against Helen Burns's shoul-
der, my arms round her neck. I was asleep, and Helen
was—dead.

" Her grave is in Brocklebridge churchyard : for fifteen
years after her death it was only covered by a grassy
mound ; but ❑ow a grey marble tablet marks the spot, in-
scribed with her name, and the word ' Resurgam.'
For eight years Jane Eyre remained in this establish-
-ment, during the last two as a TeaZ:her ; after which she
succeeds in pro .uring an engagement with a Mr. Roches
ter, as a governess to a little g►rl, the daughter of an opera
dancer, w►th whom he has been acquainted. The cha-
racter of this gentleman is one of the most powerful
sketches in the work; and the gradual unfolding of the
character of the heroine herself is not surpassed in any
autobiography with which we are acquainted. We shall
not attempt to anticipate the reader's interest by following
any further the incidents of her history. We can assure
them however, that, having once taken up the Volumes,
they will not be disposed to lay them down again un-
finished; and that it will be their own fault if they do
not derive from their perusal a moral and an encourage-
ment to persevere in well doing. The closing chapters
are ►specially tine ; and we should give an extract or two
from them, were it not that by so doing we should enable
the indolent reader, who looks only in such works for the
gratification of curiosity, to skip to the conclusion.