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 CHAPTER XXII.

 CONCLUSION.

 "C She is not dead, the child of our affection,
 But gone unto that school
 Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
 And Christ himself doth rule.
 Day after day we think what she is doing
 In those bright realms of air ;
 Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,
 Behold her grown more fair.
 "Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken
 The bond which nature gives,
 Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,
 May reach her where she lives."
 -Longfellow.

 I ITTLE now remains to tell of our tale. It
 was many months before Jack or his
 father recovered from the great sorrow
of losing their pet and darling, little Polly. But
they were now drawn nearer and closer to each
other than they had ever been before,-the child's
death had been as a strong link to bind them to-
gether. Mr. Gilbert no longer hid the great affec-
tion he had always felt for his son behind a mask
of coldness, and Jack, for his part, showed his father