"Angels of rest," cried she, "I thank ye for this blessed vision!" The prior of St.Fillan might have read his own just sentiment in the heart of Lady Helen.

While the gentlest of human beings, she was an evidence that an ardent and pious mind contains the true principles of heroism.

Hope, in such a mind, treads down impossibilities; and, regardless of impediments or dangers, rushes forward to seize the prize.

In the midst of hosts, it feels a conqueror's power; or, when its strength fails, sees, by the eye of faith, legions of angels watching to support the natural weakness.

Lady Helen knew that the cause was just which had put the sword into the hand of Wallace; that it was virtue which had prompted her father to second him; and where justice is there are the wings of the Most High stretched out as a shield! This dream seemed prophetic.