Two sons and another daughter had been added to
Mr. Ainslie's family during this time; and the birth of the little girl
was an occasion of much joy to all the family. They had never forgotten
"wee Susie," and all the love which they bore to her memory was lavished
upon this second daughter in the family. The elder brothers were anxious
to bestow the name of their lost favourite upon their infant sister, but
the parents objected, having rather a dislike to the practice, so
common, of bestowing upon a child a name that had belonged to the dead;
and so the little girl was named Jennette, after her grandmother, Mrs.
Miller. About this time old Mr. Miller died. He was an old man, "full of
days," having seen nearly eighty years of life. He had ever been a man
of strong constitution and robust health, and his last illness was very
short; and from the first he was confident that he should never recover.
When he first addressed his family upon the subject they were
overwhelmed with grief. "Dinna greet for me," said he in a calm and
hopeful voice, "I ha'e already leeved ayont the period allotted to the
life o' man. I ha'e striven in my ain imperfect way to do my duty in
this life, an' I am thankfu' that I am able to say that I dinna fear
death; and I feel that when I dee I shall gang hame to the house o' a
mercifu' Father.
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