On my bended knees I appealed to him not to tear me from the body of my child.

Yes," she continued, excitedly, "I prayed to him in the most abject manner to leave me until my child was buried.

My prayers were unavailing, and from the window of this cell I witnessed a lonely hearse pass by, followed by none other than my infant boy and the kind old negro.

Oh God! Oh God!" she went on, bursting into tears and throwing herself on the wretched pallet in the cell, "my cup of misery was then full, and I had drained it to the very dregs.

I have nothing more to live for now, and the few days longer I have to spend on earth can be passed as well in a prison as in a mansion." "Not so," interrupted Dr.Humphries, "I trust you will live many, many years longer, to be a guardian to your child and a comfort to your husband." "It cannot be," she answered sadly.