I have settled my affairs, left the management of them to my uncle, and this interview with you, my beloved girl, must be our last." As he uttered these melancholy words the tears came to his eyes.
"The last!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, no; it must not be the last.

You shall not go alone, dearest William.

My mind is made up.

Be it for life or for death, I shall accompany you." "Dearest life," he replied, "think of the consequences." "I think of nothing," said Cooleen Bawn, "but my love for you.