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whether he might have it. He appeared to be in a disturbed slumber from which he frequently started to ask for water, to have his position changed etc. he called me to bathe his forehead, and as I did so he said, "Oh how good that feels!" I then wiped when he said now wipe the other.: Why is'nt it dry? I replied. "Oh! I thought I had two faces" he said. One or two such remarks occasionally showed that his mind wandered, though he seemed quite sensible most of the time. The Doctor called during the morning and said that natty was doing very well, that we need not be at all alarmed. Father remained beside him constantly and sent for Mr Murrow to assist him: we had reason to be thankful that he did so. Mother too and Carrie scarcely left him a moment and requested me to attend to the household affairs in her place. I complied, and thus saw but little of my dying brother. With what poignant regret have I often looked back to that morning and think how could I have left him a moment? Certainly I should not had I known his dangerous state but I acted according to my knowledge.

Death I had, always associated with lingering illness, it seemed to me now like a far off possibility, days at least must intervene before it could come -- alas! it was but hours passing swiftly but solemnly away in that silent death chamber.

"Ah, Carrie" he said to her during the morning, "I am going to be sick again." He had heard some one say that a relapse was very dangerous and the manner in which he spoke indicated that death was also in his mind. Carrie repeated to him what the Doctor had said and tried to quiet his fears. He said nothing in reply but the earnest watch he kept in the movements of their