Once Kate was lost; and, after an hour of fruitless. search, they found her fast asleep under that tree which shades my father's grave. He was very fond of her, and said when he took her up in his arms, still sleeping, that, whenever he died, he would wish to be buried where his dear little child had laid her head. You see his wish was not forgotten.'

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Nothing more passed at the time; but that night, as Nicholas sat beside his bed, Smike started from what had seemed to be a slumber, and, laying his hand in his, prayed, as the tears coursed down his face, that he would make him one solemn promise.

"What is that?' said Nicholas kindly. 'If I can redeem it, or hope to do so, you know I will.'

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"I am sure you will,' was the reply. Promise me, that, when I die, I shall be buried near they can make my grave — to the tree we saw to-day.' "Nicholas gave the promise. He had few words to give it in; but they were solemn and earnest. His poor friend kept his hand in his, and turned as if to sleep. But there were stifled sobs; and the hand was pressed more than once or twice or thrice before he sank tc rest, and slowly loosed his hold.

"In a fortnight's time, he became too ill to move about. Once or twice, Nicholas drove him out, propped up with pillows; but the motion of the chaise was painful to him, and brought on fits of fainting, which, in his weakened state, were dangerous. There was an

old couch in the house, which was his favorite restingplace by day: when the sun shone, and the weather was warm, Nicholas had this wheeled into a little orchard which was close at hand; and his charge being well wrapped up, and carried out to it, they used to sit there sometimes for hours together.

"It was on one of these occasions that a circumstance took place, which Nicholas, at the time, thoroughly believed to be the mere delusion of an imagination affected by disease, but which he had afterwards too good reason to know was of real and actual occurrence.

"He had brought Smike out in his arms-poor fellow! a child might have carried him then to see the sunset, and, having arranged his couch, had taken his seat beside it. He had been watching the whole of the night before, and, being greatly fatigued both in mind and body, gradually fell asleep.

"He could not have closed his eyes five minutes, when he was awakened by a scream, and, starting up in that kind of terror which affects a person suddenly roused, saw, to his great astonishment, that his charge had struggled into a sitting posture, and with eyes almost starting from their sockets, cold dew standing on his forehead, and, in a fit of trembling which quite convulsed his frame, was calling to him for help.

"Good heaven! what is this?" said Nicholas, bending over him. "Be calm: you have been dreaming." No, no, no!' cried Smike, clinging to him. Hold

me tight. Don't let me go. There, there! Behind the tree!

"Nicholas followed his eyes, which were directed to some distance behind the chair from which he himself had just risen. But there was nothing there.

"This is nothing but your fancy,' he said, as he strove to compose him: nothing else indeed.'

“I know better. I saw as plain as I see now,' was the answer. 'Oh, say you'll keep me with you! Swear you won't leave me, for an instant!'

"Do I ever leave you?' returned Nicholas. Lie down again: there! You see I'm here. Now, tell me, what was it?'

“Do you remember,' said Smike in a low voice, and glancing fearfully round, do you remember my telling

you of the man who first took me to the school?'

"Yes, surely.'

"I raised my eyes, just now, towards that tree, — that one with the thick trunk, and there, with his eyes fixed on me, he stood!'

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Only reflect for one moment,' said Nicholas. Granting, for an instant, that it's likely he is alive and wandering about a lonely place like this, so far removed from the public road, do you think, that, at this distance of time, you could possibly know that man again?'

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Anywhere, -in any dress,' returned Smike; but, just now, he stood leaning upon his stick and looking

at me, exactly as I told you I remembered him. He was dusty with walking, and poorly dressed, I think his clothes were ragged; but, directly I saw him, the wet night, his face when he left me, the parlor I was left in, the people who were there, — all seemed to come back together. When he knew I saw him, he looked frightened; for he started, and shrank away. I have thought of him by day, and dreamt of him by night. He looked in my sleep when I was quite a little child, and has looked in my sleep ever since, as he did just now."

"Nicholas endeavored, by every persuasion and argument he could think of, to convince the terrified creature that his imagination had deceived him, and that this close resemblance between the creation of his dreams and the man he supposed he had seen was a proof of it; but all in vain. When he could persuade him to remain, for a few moments, in the care of the people to whom the house belonged, he instituted a strict inquiry whether any stranger had been seen, and searched, himself, behind the tree, and through the orchard, and upon the land immediately adjoining, and in every place near, where it was possible for a man to lie concealed; but all in vain. Satisfied that he was right in his original conjecture, he applied himself to calming the fears of Smike: which, after some time, he partially succeeded in doing, though not in removing the impression upon his mind; for he still declared, again and again, in the most solemn and fervid manner, that he had positively

seen what he had described, and that nothing could ever remove his conviction of its reality.

"And now Nicholas began to see that hope was gone, and that upon the partner of his poverty and the sharer of his better fortune the world was closing fast. There was little pain, little uneasiness; but there was no rallying, no effort, no struggle for life. He was worn and wasted to the last degree; his voice had sunk so low that he could scarce be heard to speak; nature was thoroughly exhausted, and he had lain him down to die.

"On a fine, mild, autumn day, when all was tranquil and at peace, when the soft, sweet air crept in at the open window of the quiet room, and not a sound was heard but the gentle rustling of the leaves, Nicholas sat in his old place by the bedside, and knew that the time was nearly come. So very still it was, that, every now and then, he bent down his ear to listen for the breathing of him who lay asleep, as if to assure himself that life was still there, and that he had not fallen into that deep slumber from which on earth there is no waking.

"While he was thus employed, the closed eyes opened, and on the pale face there came a placid smile.

"That's well,' said Nicholas. The sleep has done you good.'

“I have had such pleasant dreams!' was the answer, "such pleasant, happy dreams! '

“Of what?' said Nicholas.

"The dying boy turned towards him, and, putting his