DEATH OF THE LADY-BIRD. 



The bereaved father was more alone than they. Care, and 

 poverty, and scorn, anxiety and grief, had made him weak in 

 body and in mind, perhaps childish perhaps doating in his 

 desolation. He kept the dead rose, and he also kept the 

 living Lady-bird watched it tended it even till he loved 

 and missed it, when it too died. 



And this was the reason why our old gentleman, who at 

 Providence Cottage had no garden, kept in a glass-case white 

 roses and red Lady-birds. 



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