Give me
your hand till I reach the river-bank where the angels are waiting for
me, I can see them and the beautiful city over the dark river, though I
can't see you; but I shall in heaven, and I am almost there. Good-by,
good-by, Lucy."
It almost seemed as if, he were calling to her from the other world, for
death came and froze her name upon his lips which never moved again, and
Lucy's work was done. Other hands than hers cared for the dead body,
which was embalmed, and then sent to its northern home.
There were crowds of people at the church where the funeral was held and
where Robin had been baptized. The son of Captain Grey was worthy of
respect, and the citizens turned out _en masse_, so that there was
scarcely standing room in the aisles for all who came to see the last of
Robin. Very touchingly the rector spoke of the deceased, whose short
life had been so pure and holy, and then he eulogized the sister who had
devoted herself so unselfishly to the helpless brother, and who, he
said, could have nothing to regret, nothing to wish undone, so absolute
and entire had been her sacrifice.
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