text:  The idea of death never presented itself to me in common with any thing so young and fair; and as I walked through the park and crossed the bridge with the white cheerful mansion before me and the morning sun shining full upon its windows I thought how gladsome it looked but could not forbear feeling that even with the prospect of losing it--even with the certainty of beggary Everard as a husband and father was the fellow most to be envied upon earth! I reached the house and the old man who answered my ring at the office entrance was speechless from tears