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you up?" asked Lady Elspeth."He is very good company, I am told.""Oh, Charles is excellent company. If we didn't see him now and againthe house would be like a tomb. But he's not there all the time, andwe have relapses. He has his own rooms elsewhere, you know. And I'mreally not surprised. It taxes even him to lighten the deadly dulnessof Melgrave Square." "It must be a great comfort to Mrs. Pixley to have you with her, mydear." "I can't make up for all

"_--Heedless and careless, still the world wags on, And leaves me broken ... Oh, my son! my son!_"Yet--think of this!-- Yea, rather think on this!-- He died as few men get the chance to die,-- Fighting to save a world's morality. He died the noblest death a man may die, Fighting for God, and Right, and Liberty;-- And such a death is Immortality. "_He died unnoticed in the muddy trench._" Nay,--God was with him, and he did not blench; Filled him with holy fires that nought

you up?" asked Lady Elspeth."He is very good company, I am told.""Oh, Charles is excellent company. If we didn't see him now and againthe house would be like a tomb. But he's not there all the time, andwe have relapses. He has his own rooms elsewhere, you know. And I'mreally not surprised. It taxes even him to lighten the deadly dulnessof Melgrave Square." "It must be a great comfort to Mrs. Pixley to have you with her, mydear." "I can't make up for all

"_--Heedless and careless, still the world wags on, And leaves me broken ... Oh, my son! my son!_"Yet--think of this!-- Yea, rather think on this!-- He died as few men get the chance to die,-- Fighting to save a world's morality. He died the noblest death a man may die, Fighting for God, and Right, and Liberty;-- And such a death is Immortality. "_He died unnoticed in the muddy trench._" Nay,--God was with him, and he did not blench; Filled him with holy fires that nought