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exclaiming, "Oh, Natty! how sick you have been!" "Oh no, Emma", he said quickly, "I am getting better, I am not sick now, only so very weak--I shall be well soon." Mother too joined in assuringme that he was recovering and that the Doctor had said he would be up and about in a few days: so my tears were soon dried and cheerfulness restored for though he as wasted almost to a shadow of his former self the very idea of danger seemed too dreadful to be credited, and was accordingly dismissed as quickly as possible. How plainly I remember how he looke as I saw him that morning with his blue-pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and large mournful eyes that seemed to have increased three times their former size -- eyes that were hitherto ever beaming with light and joy--no so sad, as if presaging the coming doom! He was sitting in a large rocking-chair by the window dressed as usual save that he wor a dressing-gown over his vest and had on a pair of worked slippers! Dear boy! his whole appearance is indelibly engraved on my memory -- Mother soon gave us an account of his sickness--On the 18th of August she with Father and the boys visited our cousins at Orange NY. She was reluctant to go as Natty would thus be left alone but he insisted upon her going saying the visit would do her good, and that she need not be at all anxious on his account as he would be in New York during the day, and would get his friend William Tyler to stay with him during the night.

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