"No new evil has befallen me, Edwin; but there is such a thing as remembrance, that stabs deeper than the dagger's point." "What remembrance can wound you, my general?
The Abbott of St.Colomba has often told me that memory is a balm to every ill with the good; and have not you been good to all?
The benefactor, the preserver of thousands! Surely, if man can be happy, it must be Sir William Wallace!" "And so I am, my Edwin, when I contemplate the end.

But, in the interval, with all thy sweet philosophy, is it not written here 'that man was made to mourn ?'" He put his hand on his heart; and then, after a short pause, resumed: "Doubly I mourn, doubly am I bereaved, for, had it not been for an enemy, more fell than he who beguiled Adam of Paradise, I might have been a father; I might have lived to have gloried in a son like thee; I might have seen my wedded angel clasp such a blessing to her bosom; but now, both are cold in clay! These are the recollections which sometimes draw tears down thy leader's cheeks.

And do not believe, brother of my soul," said he, pressing the now weeping Edwin to his breast, "that they disgrace his manhood.

The Son of God wept over the tomb of his friend; and shall I deny a few tears, dropped in stealth, over the grave of my wife and child ?" Edwin sobbed aloud.

"No son could love you dearer than I do.