ills that vexed his flesh.

One by one the men woke, and round the room appeared a circle of
pale faces and watchful eyes, full of awe and pity; for, though a
stranger, John was beloved by all. Each man there had wondered at
his patience, respected his piety, admired his fortitude, and now
lamented his hard death; for the influence of an upright nature had
made itself deeply felt, even in one little week. Presently, the
Jonathan who so loved this comely David came creeping from his bed
for a last look and word. The kind soul was full of trouble, as the
choke in his voice, the grasp of his hand betrayed; but there were
no tears, and the farewell of the friends was the more touching for
its brevity.

"Old boy, how are you?" faltered the one.

"Most through, thank heaven!" whispered the other.

"Can I say or do anything for you anywheres?"

"Take my things home, and tell them that I did my best."

"I will! I will!"

"Good-by, Ned."

"Good-by, John, good-by!"

They kissed each other, tenderly as women, and so parted; for poor
Ned could not stay to see his comrade die. For a little while, there