"As harp-strings broken asunder,
By music they throbbed to express."

Then the sweet, sad words come back in memory,

"I hear the soft winds sighing,
Through every bush and tree;
Where my dear mother's lying,
Away from love and me.

Tears from mine eyes are weeping,
And sorrow shades my brow;
Long time has she been sleeping--
I have no mother now."

After a long, lingering look, I turned sadly away, going to the little
marble yard in the vicinity, and seeking the proper person, I
communicated to him the desire for a head and foot-stone for the grave,
together with marble corner stones to support an iron chain for an
enclosure, asking him for an estimate of the cost.

Looking at me with almost tearful emotion, he said, when the blind girl,
after the lapse of twenty-four years, comes back to offer a tribute to the
memory of her mother, the result of her own unaided earnings, I can but be
generous, and offered to do all for half the usual price. Knowing
instinctively that I could trust him, I left all in his hands, and have
never had occasion to feel that I had misplaced my confidence.

Before leaving the village I visited a clothing store which had formerly
been the tin shop in which my father worked; and again I was a child, my