"Nec lingua videt dicere, Nec littera exprimere; Expertus potest credere Quid sit Jesum diligere!" "Sweet memories of thee impart True joy, dear Jesus, to my heart; But far beyond all sweets will be Thy holy presence, Lord, to me. "No sweeter song can chanted be, More joyful news be brought to me, Or sweeter thoughts to think upon Than Jesus Christ, God’s only Son. "Thou hope of every contrite heart, Since them so very glorious art, To those who SEEK so good, so kind, What must thou be to those who FIND? "No language can the story hold, No words the mystery unfold; Experience alone can prove How good it is our Christ to love." There was silence for several minutes after the hymn was finished, then the sick boy seemed quite revived. "Thank you; how good that is! I feel stronger now, and I would like to talk with you both. Sit close to me, Geoffrey, and wrap my cloak around you; you are shivering." Geoffrey _was_ shivering, but not with bodily cold--it was that chill that creeps over us when Death suddenly appears, and dropping all disguise, shows us his stern features. He had long felt that this great sorrow was approaching, but since he had had so strong a hope of restoration to liberty, he had imagined the fresh air and bright sunshine bringing back a healthy glow to those pale cheeks and vigor to that wasted frame. But now he saw, all at once, his mistake. Death would not thus be robbed of its victim. The bolts and bars through which he was to break were such as no man could fasten; the sunshine in which he was to bask would be the light of his much-loved Saviour’s face. "Do you remember, Geoffrey, that day before we left dear old Forest Tower, how Lord Cobham told me I might have to die for the truth’s sake? I am very glad to go. I did not think it would be so easy; but I would have liked to be able to preach Christ before I went. I am sorry to leave you, brother, but perhaps when I am gone they will take pity on you, and let you go. When you are free, you will go away together, you and Kate--I have prayed God for that. And when you are happy together, you will think often, won’t you, of the days we have passed together in our prison? See, I have made these for you; they are not much, but it is all I could do, and father will like to see them, and you will tell him about to-night, and how I loved you both." He drew out from under the straw two little bags, or flat cases, made of plaited straw, and placed them in Kate’s and Geoffrey’s hands. "There are some texts written on parchment in each; I wrote them last summer because they are so beautiful. I wanted to tell you more, but I am very sleepy now. Good night!"