Ah, let my duty, my affection, teach you to forget you have lost a child.

I will replace all to you but your Marion; and her, the pitying Son of Mary will restore to you in the kingdom of heaven." Wallace looked steadfastly at the young preacher.

"'Out of the mouths of babes we shall hear wisdom!' Thine, dear Edwin, I will lay to heart.

Thou shalt comfort me when my hermit-soul shuts out all the world besides." "Then I am indeed your brother!" cried the happy youth; "admit me but to your heart, and no fraternal, no filial tie, shall be more strongly linked than mine." "What tender affections I can spare from those resplendent regions," answered Wallace, pointing to the skies, "are thine.

The fervors of my once ardent soul are Scotland's, or I die.