We have sworn, and it must be done." "I thought I had brothers," said she, "but I find I am now brotherless--yet perhaps not altogether so.

I had once a young, generous, innocent, and very affectionate playfellow.

It was known that I loved him--that we all loved him best.

Will he desert his loving sister, now that the world has done so?
or will he allow her to kiss, him, and to pray that the darkness of guilt may never overshadow his young and generous spirit.

Bryan," she added, "I am Mary, your sister, whom you loved--and surely you are my own dearest brother." Whilst she uttered the words, the tears: which flowed from her eyes fell upon his face.