Let whoever will give it to him, say that it comes from Sarah--an' that, if she was able, she would be with him through shame, an' disgrace, an' death; that she'd support him as well as she could in his trouble--that she'd scorn the world for him--an' that because he said wanst in his life that he loved her; she'd forgive him all a thousand times, an' would lay down her life for him." "You would do that, my noble girl!" exclaimed Mave, with a choking voice.
"An' above all things," proceeded Sarah, "let him be told, if it can be done, that Sarah said to him to die without fear--to bear it up like a man, an' not like a coward--to look manfully about him on the very scaffold--an'-- an' to die as a man ought to die--bravely an' without fear--bravely an' without fear!" Her voice and strength were, since the last change that Mave observed, both rapidly sinking, and her mother, anxious, if possible, to have her forgiveness, again approached her and said: "Dear Sarah you are angry with me.

Oh! forgive me--am I not your mother ?" The girl's resentments, however, had all passed, and the business of her life, and its functions, she now felt were all over--she said so-- "It's all over, at last now, mother," she replied--"I have no anger now--come and kiss me.

Whatever you have done, you are still my mother.
Bless me--bless your daughter Sarah, I have nothing now in my heart but love for everybody.

Tell Nelly, dear Mave, that Sarah forgave her, an' hoped that she'd forgive Sarah.

Mave, I trust that you an' he will be happy--that's my last wish, an' tell him so.