The sparkle subsides; the blue eyes close again in the dullness of coming death. Wizard Lewis holds the poor thin hand, while Dominie Edgar prays on to the accompaniment of the sobbing and the moaning of the sorrowing blacks. The prayer ends; the good dominie rises to his feet. “Do you know me, General?” he whispers. The dim eyes are lifted to those of Dominie Edgar. The latter goes on: “The love of the Lord is infinite! In it you shall find heaven!” The General turns with looks of love to the portrait of the blooming Rachel. “Parson,” says he, “I must meet her there, or it will be no heaven for me.” The General's head droops heavily forward. Dominie Edgar falls upon his knees, and the voice of his praying goes upward with the moaning and the sobbing of the slaves. Wizard Lewis places his hand on the General's breast. He sighs, and shakes his head. That mighty heart, all love, all iron, is still. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of When Men Grew Tall, or The Story Of Andrew Jackson, by Alfred Henry Lewis