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''make haste and come thu minute, for sweet
little brother was veryssick .-....'s.
Dr. H came Immediately, and shook
his head with sad surprise, when he saw the
little sleeper.
'He has had some fall 20 he said.
"He has never had a hard fall l' answered
Margaret. '"This morning, he Just tripped
his foot and fell over on the floor; hat could
not have hurt him, could it, dOctOrP'
"That is the cause /" said the doctor, seri-
ously.
'But, doctor, he was at his play again in five
minutes '
"The fall has produced congestion of the
brain, fear" said the physician, in a low
tone, as he turned, with sigh to the almost
useless task of writing prescription. Hehad
known the dear child from his birth, and saw
very well how the happiness of the family was
bound upon his life.
Medicines were brought and tried, to no
purpose. Other doctors were called; but none
Of them could waken the boy from that leth-
argy although they did all that human skill
could do. Sweet Charley never woke in this
world again. He lay several days in this stu
| por, never reviving SO far as to know his fa-
theirs face, which bent over him every hour,
| haggard and wild with agony. Then he fell
! into deeper sleep-a sleep from which no
physician ever tries to waken any one--a calm
er, paler, colder sleep than the other had been.
| Charley, my dear children, was dead.
His dear little body was strewn with roses
| as it lay in its small rosewood coffin, and
| sprinkled with the saddest tears of Margaret
and the other sisters. The father did not
shed any tears over it. He was too much
agonized to weep. He would not look on his
dead boy s face, but shut himself into his cham
ber, and spoke bitterly against the almighty,
| irresistible Power which had taken, second
time, his dearest treasure on the earth. Oh,
if he had but thought as Margaret thought,
when she leaned over the sweet, still face, half
blinded by her tears, to take last look, that
Charley was not there, to be shut away from
their sight, and laid in the ground-that he
had gone to be with his dear, blessed mamma
in heaven-if he had thought thus, perhaps he
would have bowed his head, and prayed,
"GOd' will be donol''
But he did not pray thus. He was not will
ling that Gods will should be done. His own
will would have been, to have kept his pre-
cious Charley with him;to have frOlicked with
him, petted him, and perhaps spoiled him foi
that happy world, He felt as though the great
Father in heaven was his enemy, and had done
him all the evil in His power. He said, Bit
erly-
Il care for nothing, now. There is nothing
worth living fOrl Fate-you may call it
! IIOflubuCb IL you Will, IhdIRdTGJ--udb uOuB
its worst! have nothing more to hope for or
fear in this life?''
Poor mani his heart threw away, as it SEEM
ed, all his dear girls, who loved him SO much
and would so willingly have comforted him!
lie would not stay to be comforted by them.
He could not find comfort anywhere, with his
rebellious heart So he tried to forget his
sorrows. He began to drink great deal of
wine, and sometimes even stronger drink,
until, in less than year, the once highly re
spected, the talented Mr.. Il bore the
name Of drunkard He was not yet COM
mon sot, wallowing about the streets and gut
ters, but he seemed on the high road to that
state. He still kept up some appearances of
respectability, and did not beat his children
only seolded them when he was intoxica-
ted. But even the youngest Of them soon saw
that great change had come over their papa
and their dear home.