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him. Mechanically, he repeated the last word again, — " Death ! " — and, as he leaned against the railings, and watched the sparkling water as it rose and fell in the fountain, and, as in a dim and dizzy haze, saw the flowers and trees and vases of the courts, he repeated again the mystic word so common in every mouth, yet of such fearful power, — " Death ! ' " Strange that there should be such a word," he said, " and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm, and beautiful, full of hopes, desires, and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever! "
It was a warm, golden evening; and, as he walked to the other end of the veranda, he saw Tom busily intent on his Bible, pointing, as he did so, with his finger to each successive word, and whispering them to himself with an earnest air.
" Want me to read to you, Tom ? " said St. Clare, seating himself carelessly by him.
" If Mas'r pleases," said Tom, gratefully, " Mas'r makes it so much plainer."
St. Clare took the book and glanced at the place, and began reading one of the passages which Tom had designated by the heavy marks around it. It ran as follows : —
" When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all his holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory : and before him shall be gathered all nations ; and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats." St. Clare read on in an animated voice, till he came to the last of the verses.
"Then shall the king say unto them on his left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire : for I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink : I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: I was sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. Then shall