eleven o'clock
I was just rising from my early breakfast on the next morning when I received a hurried message from Ivy Cottage . The angel of Death had been there . Tenderly and lovingly had he taken the hand of Mrs. Montgomery , and led her through the gate that opens into the land of immortals . She received her daughter 's kiss at eleven o'clock , held her for some moments , gazing into her face , and then said -- `` Good-night , my precious one ! Good-night , and God bless you ! '' At seven in the morning she was found lying in bed with a smile on her face , but cold and lifeless as marble ! There had been no strife with the heavenly messenger .