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Him ? He believed, and yet He wept. May I not 

 remind you, however, that He who sorrowed then can 

 sympathize in our sorrows now ; that He loved little 

 children, and declared that of such is the kingdom of 

 Heaven ; and that He has enjoined us, through His 

 servant, not to sorrow as those who have no hope ? ' 



At about the same time, perhaps in the very hour, 

 when this letter was put into the hand of Miss Dunbar, 

 the Scenes and Legends, for which she had looked with 

 a solicitude more tenderly intense than that of Miller 

 himself, reached Eorres. The heart of the sweet and 

 gentle lady thrilled once more amid her anguish with a 

 joy like that of a mother when she knows that a beloved 

 son, whose efforts she has long watched, with whom she 

 has long hoped and feared, whose claim to a place of 

 honour among men she has never questioned, has at last 

 done something which will compel the world to own 

 that he is all she knows him to be. Miss Dunbar wrote 

 Miller the following touching letter, probably the last 

 she ever penned : 



' I know you wish to hear from me, and in gratifying 

 you I would gratify myself, for I have much to say to 

 you, but, alas ! the power of writing is past. My in- 

 tervals of ease from most excruciating pain are truly 

 like angel visits ; and when they do occur I am in such 

 a state of lowness and exhaustion, as to be incapable of 

 any exertion. I am now raised up, and supported in 

 bed by pillows, while I make this, I fear, last effort to 



write to you What can I do, but throw myself 



on His mercy who is the sent of God ? He is my rock, 

 my strength, my hope in life and in death. Often do I 

 wish to see you, and to hear you speak of the things 

 which pertain to eternity. I recollect the light and 

 comfort I derived from your conversation last summer 



