"Thanks--thanks--there is time to tear it; and these good friends, Dr. Jones and Mr. Blair, take witness--I destroy this wicked will; and my only child, Maria, has my wealth in course of law. Wealth, yes--if well used, let us call it wealth; for riches may indeed be made a mine of good, and joy, and righteousness. I am unworthy to use any of it well, unworthy of the work, unworthy of the reward: use it well, my holier children, wisely, liberally, kindly: God give you to do great good with it; God give you to feel great happiness in all your doing good. My hands that saved and scraped it all, also often-times by evil hardness, now penitently washed in the Fountain of Salvation, heartily renounce that evil. Be ye my stewards; give liberally to many needy. Oh me, my sin! children, to my misery you know what need is: I can say no more; poor sinful man, how dare I preach to others? Children, dearest ones, I am a father still; and I would bless you--bless you! "I grow weak, but my heart seems within me to grow stronger--I go--I go, to the Home of Heart, where He that sits upon the throne is Love, and where all the pulses of all the beings there thrill in unison with him, the Great Heart of Heaven! I, even I, am one of the redeemed--my heart is fixed, I will sing and give praise; I, even I, the hardest and the worst, forgiven, accepted! Who are ye, bright messengers about my bed, heralds of glory? I go--I go--one--one more, Maria--one last kiss; we meet--again--in Heaven!" Had he fainted? yes--his countenance looked lustrous, yet diminishing in glory, even as a setting sun; the living smile faded gradually away, and a tranquil cold calm crept over his cheeks: the angelic light which made his eyes so beautiful to look at, was going out--going out: all was peace--peace--deep peace. O death, where is thy victory? O grave, where is thy sting? CHAPTER XVI. A WORD ABOUT ORIGINALITY AND MOURNING.