upon her bosom； who bears my name。 I see her father； aged and bent； but otherwise restored； and faithful to all men in his healing office； and at peace。 I see the good old man； so long their friend； in ten years' time enriching them with all he has； and passing tranquilly to his reward。
‘I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts； and in the hearts of their descendants； generations hence。 I see her； an old woman； weeping for me on the anniversary of this day。 I see her and her husband； their course done； lying side by side in their last earthly bed； and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul； than I was in the souls of both。
‘I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name； a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine。 I see him winning it so well； that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his。 I see the blots I threw upon it； faded away。 I see him； foremost of just judges and honoured men； bringing a boy of my name； with a forehead that I know and golden hair； to this place……then fair to look upon； with not a trace of this day's disfigurement……and I hear him tell the child my story； with a tender and a faltering voice。
‘It is a far； far better thing that I do； than I have ever done； it is a far； far better rest that I go to than I have ever known。'
THE END
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