And she stood by his bedside who had borne, through all these dreadful years, the strong tenacious life of deadly agony for him. As pale as his, was the thin, worn face bending over him; for a moment she listened with that intensest pain of watching, which seems to make the listener blind, and concentrates all the senses in that one--listening for the faint fall of his breath. It was in vain: those pale lips, until the great day of resurrection, should draw breath again--never more. "I thank God," said Christian Lillie, in the solemn calm of that death-chamber; "I thank God, Patrick, my brother, that you are safe, and at rest. Safe after perils greater than time could wear out. At rest after the hourly warfare and deadly travail of a lifetime--I thank God. My Father!--my Father! I thank Thee, who rejectest no petition, that Thou hast heard my cry!" Her hands were clasped. Anne feared they were becoming rigid in the attitude of supplication so common to them. She laid her hand upon Christian's arm. "Ay, I will not linger," said Christian, "but look at him--look at him at peace, and blessed at last. Do you see my tears? I have not shed one since yon June morning, but now I can weep. I will not linger; but can you not feel the blessedness of seeing his salvation--his rest in the fair haven--his solemn peace at last? I thank God, Patrick--I thank God!" "You are worn out," said Anne, gently; "come now and take rest--leave the further cares of this sad time to me." The tears were falling from her eyes like large soft rain-drops; there was a quivering, woeful smile about her lip. "Ay, ay, I will go; I have one work yet for his sake, and theirs. At peace in the pure heaven of our Lord and Saviour--at rest. In hope and certainty that nothing can shake again, look how he has begun his tranquil waiting for the second coming. He is with his Lord, and I--yes, I will go and rest. Here I take up again the human hope that has been dead within me for eighteen lingering years; it died by him, and by him it is alive again. I will go and take rest for my labor. I trust him to your hands; I have never trusted him before in the care of any mortal. Now, I must rest for Norman's sake, and you will watch for Patrick's; I trust him to you." And so, at last Anne was able to lead her to her own chamber. The tension of mind and frame had been so long and stern, that now, when it was relaxed, Anne trembled for the issue; but Christian had borne all the vicissitudes of mental agony too long to sink now when there still remained labor to do "for his sake, and theirs." She suffered Anne's attendance with a strange child-like gentleness, as of one whose own long task is over; and while she lay down upon her bed, continued to speak of that blessed rest and peacefulness with a tremulous quivering smile, and wandering of thought which brought the tears fast from Anne's eyes.--Deeply pitiful and moving was this pathetic garment of her grief.