—low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.
"I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and, therefore, fell foul of the kitchen fire; stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said—
"'Nelly, come here—is it morning? Come in with your light.'
"'It is striking four," I answered; "you want a candle to take up stairs—you might have lit one at this fire.'
"'No, I don't wish to go up stairs,' he said. 'Come in, and kindle me a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.'
"I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,' I replied, getting a chair and the bellows.
"He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a
