An embroidery sampler made in 1842. In that year in London, out of every 1,000 children born, 437 died before they reached the age of two.

At first glance this poem tells a sad tale about the death of a much loved baby brother. Is the death of a child at any time a heart-breaking and 'bad' death? The mother in the poem obviously believes in Heaven and God, which comforts her in her loss. Does the fact that she believes her child will be reborn and happy once again make us think the death is less tragic?