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mine；　can　tell　commonly　whether　a　man　is　going　to　die；　or　not；　long

before　he　or　his　friends　are　alarmed　about　him。　　I　don't　like　it。



Iris　has　told　me　that　the　Scottish　gift　of　second…sight　runs　in　her

family；　and　that　she　is　afraid　she　has　it。　　Those　who　are　so　endowed

look　upon　a　well　man　and　see　a　shroud　wrapt　about　him。　　According　to

the　degree　to　which　it　covers　him；　his　death　will　be　near　or　more

remote。　　It　is　an　awful　faculty；　but　science　gives　one　too　much　like

it。　　Luckily　for　our　friends；　most　of　us　who　have　the　scientific

second…sight　school　ourselves　not　to　betray　our　knowledge　by　word　or

look。



Day　by　day；　as　the　Little　Gentleman　comes　to　the　table；　it　seems　to

me　that　the　shadow　of　some　approaching　change　falls　darker　and

darker　over　his　countenance。　　Nature　is　struggling　with　something；

and　I　am　afraid　she　is　under　in　the　wrestling…match。　　You　do　not

care　much；　perhaps；　for　my　particular　conjectures　as　to　the　nature

of　his　difficulty。　　I　should　say；　however；　from　the　sudden　flushes

to　which　he　is　subject；　and　certain　other　marks　which；　as　an　expert；

I　know　how　to　interpret；　that　his　heart　was　in　trouble；　but　then　he

presses　his　hand　to　the　right　side；　as　if　there　were　the　centre　of

his　uneasiness。



When　I　say　difficulty　about　the　heart；　I　do　not　mean　any　of　those

sentimental　maladies　of　that　organ　which　figure　more　largely　in

romances　than　on　the　returns　which　furnish　our　Bills　of　Mortality。

I　mean　some　actual　change　in　the　organ　itself；　which　may　carry　him

off　by　slow　and　painful　degrees；　or　strike　him　down　with　one　huge

pang　and　only　time　for　a　single　shriek；as　when　the　shot　broke

through　the　brave　Captain　Nolan's　breast；　at　the　head　of　the　Light

Brigade　at　Balaklava；　and　with　a　loud　cry　he　dropped　dead　from　his

saddle。



I　thought　it　only　fair　to　say　something　of　what　I　apprehended　to

some　who　were　entitled　to　be　warned。　　The　landlady's　face　fell　when

I　mentioned　my　fears。



Poor　man！　she　said。　And　will　leave　the　best　room　empty！　　Has　n't

he　got　any　sisters　or　nieces　or　anybody　to　see　to　his　things；　if　he

should　be　took　away？　　Such　a　sight　of　cases；　full　of　everything！

Never　thought　of　his　failin'　so　suddin。　　A　complication　of　diseases；

she　expected。　　Liver…complaint　one　of　'em？



After　this　first　involuntary　expression　of　the　too　natural　selfish

feelings；　（which　we　must　not　judge　very　harshly；　unless　we　happen　to

be　poor　widows　ourselves；　with　children　to　keep　filled；　covered；　and

taught；rents　high；beef　eighteen　to　twenty　cents　per　pound；）

after　this　first　squeak　of　selfishness；　followed　by　a　brief　movement

of　curiosity；　so　invariable　in　mature　females；　as　to　the　nature　of

the　complaint　which　threatens　the　life　of　a　friend　or　any　person　who

may　happen　to　be　mentioned　as　ill；the　worthy　soul's　better

feelings　struggled　up　to　the　surface；　and　she　grieved　for　the　doomed

invalid；　until　a　tear　or　two　came　forth　and　found　their　way　down　a

channel　worn　for　them　since　the　early　days　of　her　widowhood。



Oh；　this　dreadful；　dreadful　business　of　being　the　prophet　of　evil！

Of　all　the　trials　which　those　who　take　charge　of　others'　health　and

lives　have　to　undergo；　this　is　the　most　painful。　　It　is　all　so　plain

to　the　practised　eye！and　there　is　the　poor　wife；　the　doting

mother；　who　has　never　suspected　anything；　or　at　least　has　clung

always　to　the　hope　which　you　are　just　going　to　wrench　away　from　her！

I　must　tell　Iris　that　I　think　her　poor　friend　is　in　a　precarious

state。　　She　seems　nearer　to　him　than　anybody。



I　did　tell　her。　　Whatever　emotion　it　produced；　she　kept　a　still

face；　except；　perhaps；　a　little　trembling　of　the　lip。　Could　I　be

certain　that　there　was　any　mortal　complaint？Why；　no；　I　could　not

be　certain；　but　it　looked　alarming　to　me。　He　shall　have　some　of　my

life；she　said。



I　suppose　this　to　have　been　a　fancy　of　hers；　or　a　kind　of　magnetic

power　she　could　give　out；at　any　rate；　I　cannot　help　thinking　she

wills　her　strength　away　from　herself；　for　she　has　lost　vigor　and

color　from　that　day。　　I　have　sometimes　thought　he　gained　the　force

she　lost；　but　this　may　have　been　a　whim；　very　probably。



One　day　she　came　suddenly　to　me；　looking　deadly　pale。　　Her　lips

moved；　as　if　she　were　speaking；　but　I　could　not　at　first　hear　a

word。　　Her　hair　looked　strangely；　as　if　lifting　itself；　and　her　eyes

were　full　of　wild　light。　　She　sunk　upon　a　chair；　and　I　thought　was

falling　into　one　of　her　trances。　　Something　had　frozen　her　blood

with　fear；　I　thought；　from　what　she　said；　half　audibly；　that　she

believed　she　had　seen　a　shrouded　figure。



That　night；　at　about　eleven　o'clock；　I　was　sent　for　to　see　the

Little　Gentleman；　who　was　taken　suddenly　ill。　　Bridget；　the　servant；

went　before　me　with　a　light。　　The　doors　were　both　unfastened；　and　I

found　myself　ushered；　without　hindrance；　into　the　dim　light　of　the

mysterious　apartment　I　had　so　longed　to　enter。



I　found　these　stanzas　in　the　young　girl's　book　among　many　others。　　I

give　them　as　characterizing　the　tone　of　her　sadder　moments。





　　　　　　　　　　UNDER　THE　VIOLETS。



Her　hands　are　cold；　her　face　is　white；

No　more　her　pulses　come　and　go；

Her　eyes　are　shut　to　life　and　light；

Fold　the　white　vesture；　snow　on　snow；

And　lay　her　where　the　violets　blow。



But　not　beneath　a　graven　stone；

To　plead　for　tears　with　alien　eyes；

A　slender　cross　of　wood　alone

Shall　say；　that　here　a　maiden　lies

In　peace　beneath　the　peaceful　skies。



And　gray　old　trees　of　hugest　limb

Shall　wheel　their　circling　shadows　round

To　make　the　scorching　sunlight　dim

That　drinks　the　greenness　from　the　ground；

And　drop　their　dead　leaves　on　her　mound。



When　o'er　their　boughs　the　squirrels　run；

And　through　their　leaves　the　robins　call；

And；　ripening　in　the　autumn　sun；

The　acorns　and　the　chestnuts　fall；

Doubt　not　that　she　will　heed　them　all。



For　her　the　morning　choir　shall　sing

Its　matins　from　the　branches　high；

And　every　minstrel　voice　of　spring；

That　trills　beneath　the　April　sky；

Shall　greet　her　with　its　earliest　cry。



When；　turning　round　their　dial…track；

Eastward　the　lengthening　shadows　pass；

Her　little　mourners；　clad　in　black；

The　crickets；　sliding　through　the　grass；

Shall　pipe　for　her　an　evening　mass。



At　last　the　rootlets　of　the　trees

Shall　find　the　prison　where　she　lies；

And　bear　the　buried　dust　they　seize

In　leaves　and　blossoms　to　the　skies。

So　may　the　soul　that　warmed　it　rise！



If　any；　born　of　kindlier　blood；

Should　ask；　What　maiden　lies　below？

Say　only　this：　A　tender　bud；

That　tried　to　blossom　in　the　snow；

Lies　withered　where　the　violets　blow。









XI



You　will　know；　perhaps；　in　the　course　of　half　an　hour's　reading；

what　has　been　haunting　my　hours　of　sleep　and　waking　for　months。　　I

cannot　tell；　of　course；　whether　you　are　a　nervous　person　or　not。

If；　however；　you　are　such　a　person；if　it　is　late　at　night；if　all

the　rest　of　the　household　have　gone　off　to　bed；if　the　wind　is

shaking　your　windows