In common with thy race, it must be thine to suffer, to struggle, and to err.

But mild be thy human trials, and strong be thy spirit to love and to believe! And thus, as I gaze upon thee,--thus may my nature breathe into thine its last and most intense desire; may my love for thy mother pass to thee, and in thy looks may she hear my spirit comfort and console her.

Hark! they come! Yes! I await ye both beyond the grave!" The door slowly opened; the jailer appeared, and through the aperture rushed, at the same instant, a ray of sunlight: it streamed over the fair, hushed face of the happy sleeper,--it played like a smile upon the lips of the child that, still, mute, and steadfast, watched the movements of its father.

At that moment Viola muttered in her sleep, "The day is come,--the gates are open! Give me thy hand; we will go forth! To sea, to sea! How the sunshine plays upon the waters!--to home, beloved one, to home again!" "Citizen, thine hour is come!" "Hist! she sleeps! A moment! There, it is done! thank Heaven!--and STILL she sleeps!" He would not kiss, lest he should awaken her, but gently placed round her neck the amulet that would speak to her, hereafter, the farewell,--and promise, in that farewell, reunion! He is at the threshold,--he turns again, and again.

The door closes! He is gone forever! She woke at last,--she gazed round.