The same old man is in his chamber; he cannot leave his chair now. Madge is beside him; Nelly is there too with her eldest-born. Madge has been reading to the old man: it was a passage of promise--of the Bible promise. "A glorious promise!" says the old man, feebly;--"a promise to me,--a promise to her, poor Madge!" ----"Is her picture there, Maggie?" Madge brings it to him: he turns his head; but the light is not strong. They wheel his chair to the window. The sun is shining brightly: still the old man cannot see. "It is getting dark, Maggie." Madge looks at Nelly--wistfully--sadly. The old man murmurs something; and Madge stoops.--"Coming," he says,--"coming!" Nelly brings the little child to take his hand. Perhaps it will revive him. She lifts her boy to kiss his cheek. The old man does not stir: his eyes do not move: they seem fixed above. The child cries as his lips touch the cold cheek.--It is a tender Spring flower upon the bosom of the dying WINTER! * * * * * ----The old man is gone: his dream-life is ended. THE END.