Mark the sacrifice, young man," cried Wallace, starting on his feet; "it now even smokes, and the flames are here inextinguishable." He struck his hand upon his breast.

"Never love as I have loved, and you will be a patriot, without needing to taste my bitter cup!" Edwin trembled; his tears were checked.

"I can love no one better than I do you, my general! and is there any crime in that ?" Wallace in a moment recovered from the transient wildness which had possessed him.

"None, my Edwin," replied he; "the affections are never criminal but when by their excess they blind us to other duties.

The offense of mine is judged, and I bow to the penalty.