I long to look into one of those yawning pits where they shoot the dead, and to see the grass growing in the city, and to hear some of those strange preachers who go about prophesying in the streets.

I long for liberty and freedom.

I would sooner die of the plague at last than fret my heart out shut up here.

And we may be smitten as well at home as abroad, as even father says himself." "Why, so we may; and methinks more are smitten so than those who go forth and breathe the air without!" cried Benjamin.

"Our aunt lives amongst the dying, but she is not smitten; and the girls are ever in peril, but they live on, whilst others are taken.