ABSTRACT
Though all the furies of the elements seemed let loose to rage around the walls of the dungeon, still Wallace slept in the loud uproar. Calm was within; and the warfare of the world could not disturb the balmy rest into which the angel of peace had steeped his senses. From this profound repose he was awoke, just as Helen had sunk into a light slumber, by the entrance of Gloucester. But the first words of the earl aroused her, and rising, she followed her beloved Wallace to his side.
