LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY 375
" Do you know me, Eva ? "
" Dear papa," said the child, with a last effort, throwing her arms about his neck. In a moment they dropped again, and, as St. Clare raised his head, he saw a spasm of mortal agony pass over the face, she struggled for breath, and threw up her little hands.
" O God, this is dreadful!" he said, turning away in agony, and wringing Tom's hand, scarce conscious what he was doing. " Oh, Tom, my boy, it is killing me ! "
Tom had his master's hands between his own; and, with tears streaming down his dark cheeks, looked up for help where he had always been used to look.
" Pray that this may be cut short! " said St. Clare, " this wrings my heart."
" Oh, bless the Lord ! it's over, it's over, dear Master ! " said Tom ; " look at her."
The child lay panting on her pillows, as one exhausted, the large clear .eyes rolled up and fixed. And what said those eyes, that spoke so much of heaven? Earth was past, and earthly pain ; but so solemn, so mysterious, was the triumphant brightness of that face, that it choked even the sobs of sorrow. They pressed around her, in breathless stillness.
" Eva," said St. Clare, gently.
She did not hear.
" Oh, Eva, tell us what you see ! What is it ? " said her father.
A bright, a glorious smile passed over her face, and she said, brokenly, " Oh! love, joy, peace ! " gave one sigh, and passed from death unto life !
" Farewell, beloved child! the bright, eternal doors have closed after thee; we shall see thy sweet face no more. Oh, woe for them who watched thy entrance into heaven, when they shall wake and find only the cold gray sky of daily life, and thou gone forever! "