midnight
God bless her ! I do think some women almost love poverty : but I did not tell Mary how poor I was , nor had she any idea how lawyers ' , and prison 's , and doctors ' fees had diminished the sum of money which she brought me when we came to the Fleet . It was not , however , destined that she and her child should inhabit that little garret . We were to leave our lodgings on Monday morning ; but on Saturday evening the child was seized with convulsions , and all Sunday the mother watched and prayed for it : but it pleased God to take the innocent infant from us , and on Sunday , at midnight , it lay a corpse in its mother 's bosom . Amen . We have other children , happy and well , now round about us , and from the father 's heart the memory of this little thing has almost faded ; but I do believe that every day of her life the mother thinks of the firstborn that was with her for so short a while : many and many a time has she taken her daughters to the grave , in Saint Bride 's , where he lies buried ; and she wears still at her neck a little little lock of gold hair , which she took from the head of the infant as he lay smiling in his coffin . It has happened to me to forget the child 's birthday , but to her never ; and often in the midst of common talk comes something that shows she is thinking of the child still , -- some simple allusion that is to me inexpressibly affecting .