MARY WILSON. . 95

water with the rest, and might have been
drowned, had not her father, who was a
good swimmer, rescued her. They all
escaped, but some of them very. narrowly.
Mary was taken into another boat, but the
fright and the chill, together, threw her into’
a violent fever. The doctor was called,
and did all he could, but she daily grew
worse. It was delightful to see how pa-
tiently Mary bore her sufferings. The
little children, all around, came to see her,
—for almogieverybody loved her,—and she
talked with them as much as her friends
thought she was able to.

But it was painful to see how fast her
rosy cheek grew wan and pale, and her
body became emaciated. It now became
evident that she was not likely to recover.
Indeed, Mary thought so herself. She
now talked much to her friends and com-