Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | 1829-10-15
Transcription peared at points ready to receive them.
A perfect conciousness of their dreadful
situation added to the despair and misery
of the Wretched prisoners thus condemned
to a death so horrible. Apart from the
spot where the Sargeant and Archer and
Mrs O'Connelly were assembled in earnest
consultation as to the chance afforded
them, knelt the fair pale, interesting young
girl, to whom We shall give the name of
Julia. She seemed engaged in prayer.
Her brow was rather calm than other-
wise, her lip quivered, and the tremor
of her tones and the slight suffusion of
her eye seemed rather at variance with
the words of resignation and peace that
broke forth detachedly from her lips.
The expression of her features was alto-
gether fine and striking. The devotion
of her look and the firmness of her voice
in spite of the evident effect of her im-
agined picture of the most horrid of all
modes of death, were alone sufficient to
satisfy-- an observer, that of such spirits
were the martyrs made. She entered
not into the dialogue of the worldly coun-
sellors about her, but at moments her
eye- would wander enquiringly to her mo-
ther and then,turn away full of tears.
The group seemed agitated by a vari-
ety of emotions. McAllister seemed to
have grown almost indifferent when as-
sured of the certainty of death. He was
silent and his faculties by no.means obtuse,
were now blunted and deadened. Ar-
cher stood beside him, with a large peach
snuff box between his fingers, yet listen-
ing very attentively to what was going
on. The hostess spoke.
' And Sargeant, dear, must we be
buried alive by the savages. If ye sais it,
it is done, and it is'nt Betty O'Connell
o' the Ould Lion, that's after baing wake
and foolish enorgh to snivel about the
matter at all, at all. But, Jule, Sargent,