It reminded me of you--this being your hour for rising, you early bird, you little methodical girl. You may at this moment be out on the terrace, looking up to the hill-top, or down towards your favourite cedar-trees, with that sunshiny spring morning face of yours. Pray for me, my love, my wife, my Theodora. ***** I have found his grave at last. “_In memory of Henry Johnston, only son of the Reverend William Henry Johnston, of Rockmount Surrey: who met his death by an accident near this town, and was buried here. Born May 19, 1806. Died November_ 19, 1836.” Farewell, Theodora. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Life for a Life, Volume II (of III), by Dinah Maria Craik