Carleton, William, 1794-1869 / 2008-06-26 00:00:00
She gave a deep sigh, opened her eyes, looked around her, first with
astonishment, and then toward the bed with a start of horror.
"Where am I?" said she.
"You are with me, darlin'," replied the mother, kissing her lips, and
whispering, "Nannie, I forgive you--I forgive you; and whisper, your
father did before he went to death."
She smiled faintly and sorrowfully in her mother's face, and said,
"Mother, I didn't know that." After which she got up, and proceeding to
the bed, she fell upon his body, kissed his lips, and indulged in a wild
and heart-breaking wail of grief. This evidently afforded her relief,
for she now became more calm and collected.
"Mother," said she, "I must go."
"Why, sure you won't leave us, Nannie?" replied the other with
affectionate alarm.
"O, I must go," she repeated; "bring me the children till I see them
once--Frank first."
The mother accordingly brought them to her, one by one, when she stooped
down and kissed them in turn, not without bitter tears, whilst they,
poor things, were all in an uproar of sorrow. She then approached her
mother, threw herself in her arms, and again wept wildly for a time, as
did that afflicted mother along with her.
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