ABSTRACT
Long and silently had she watched his rest. So gentle was his breath, that he scarcely seemed to breathe; and often, during her sad vigils did she stoop her cheek to feel the respiration which bore witness that his outraged spirit was yet fettered to earth. She tremblingly placed her hand on his heart; but still its warm beats spake comfort to hers. The soul of Wallace, as well as his beloved body, was yet clasped in her arms. 'The arms of a true sister enfold thee,' murmured she to herself, 'and would bear thee up, to lay thee on the bosom of thy martyred wife; and there, how would'st thou smile upon and bless me!'
