A hasty letter
was written next morning to Mr. Dalton, informing him of his son's
illness, and of his urgent request that he should hasten to him as soon
as possible; but poor Robert lived not to see his father again. The next
day after the letter was written a sudden change for the worse took
place in his disease, and it soon became evident that he could live but
a few hours. He expressed a wish that I should remain with him to the
last, and before another morning dawned Robert Dalton had passed from
among the living. A short time before his death, his eyes sought my
face, and his lips moved as though he wished to speak to me; I bowed my
ear to catch his words, as he said in a voice which was audible to me
only: "When my father arrives remember all I said to you, and tell him I
died happy, feeling that all will be well with me." After this he spoke
no more, and an hour later he died with my hand clasped in his own.
When, two days after, his father arrived, and found that he was indeed
dead, his grief was heart-rending to witness.
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