thoughts of a more elevated, though scarcely of a
purer character.
    »Of what are you thinking, my sweet sister?« whispered Judith - »Tell me,
that I may aid you, at this moment.«
    »Mother - I see Mother, now, and bright beings around her in the lake. Why
is n't father there? - It's odd, that I can see mother, when I can't see you! -
Farewell, Judith.«
    The last words were uttered after a pause, and her sister had hung over her
some time, in anxious watchfulness, before she perceived that the gentle spirit
had departed. Thus died Hetty Hutter, one of those mysterious links between the
material and immaterial world, which, while they appear to be deprived of so
much that is esteemed and necessary for this state of being, draw so near to,
and offer so beautiful an illustration of the truth, purity, and simplicity of
another.
 

                                 Chapter XXXII

 »A baron's chylde to be begylde! it were a cursed dede:
 To be felàwe with an outlàwe! Almighty God forbede!
 Yea, better were, the pore squyère alone to forest yede,
 Then ye sholde say another day, that by my cursed dede
 Ye were betrayed: wherefore, good mayde, the best rede that I can,
 Is, that I to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed man.«
                                     Thomas Percy, »Notbrowne Mayde,« ll. 265-76
                               from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Vol. II.
 
The day that followed, proved to be melancholy, though one of much activity. The
soldiers, who had so lately been employed in interring their victims, were now
called on to bury their own dead. The scene of the morning had left a saddened
feeling on all the gentlemen of the party, and the rest felt the influence of a
similar sensation, in a variety of ways, and from many causes. Hour dragged on
after hour, until evening arrived, and then came the last melancholy offices in
honor of poor Hetty Hutter. Her body was laid in the lake, by the side of that
of the mother she had so loved and reverenced, the surgeon, though actually an
unbeliever, so far complying with the received decencies of life, as to read the
funeral service over her grave, as he had previously done over those of the
other christian slain! It mattered not; - that all seeing eye which reads the
heart, could not fail to discriminate between the living and the dead, and the
gentle soul of the