amelioration. It was the barrier, the insurmountable barrier, that opposed our union."
"My dear Philimore," said the Doctor, interrupting him, and grasping the hand he held in his, "I wish it were in my power to recall you to existence; I wish it were not too late. Surely life passed with Oriana, that beloved object, may yet have charms for you. Why do you seek and wish for death? live, oh! live, my young friend, to bless, and to be blest by her. Had you made me your confidant sooner, you, together with the partner of your affections, should have shared my fortunes; my incomparable young friend, my son, my adopted son, with pride of heart I acknowledge it, since the demise of my father, who bequeathed to me so largely, I mentioned you in my will."
Overwhelmed with grateful affection, Philimore raised himself on his bed of languishing, and looking steadfastly at the Doctor, would have poured forth the effusions of his heart.
"Had I possessed a worthier friend," returned the Doctor, "he would have been preferred before you."
Raising the hand of that generous man, Philimore strained it to his bosom.
"Even life," said he, "passed with Oriana here below, would have no longer charms for me. My soul has made its choice, and nothing, no temptation however great, could have power to change it. To return to earth after having experienced a foretaste of Heaven!—impossible! Who would return a willing
