1860 NOTE FROM HIS JOURNAL 219 



laid his cold still body here where I write. Here too on 

 Sunday night came his mother and I to that holy 

 leave-taking. 



My boy is gone, but in a higher and a better sense 

 than was in my mind when I wrote four years ago what 

 stands above I feel that my fancy has been fulfilled. I 

 say heartily and without bitterness Amen, so let it be. 



