d full of melancholy, and might have
been mistaken for an impersonation of pity and sorrow.

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, in a low voice, that was melody itself;
"I never got it from either the one or the other--the kind or soft
word--an' it's surely no wondher that I am as I am."

And as she spoke she wept. Her heart had been touched by the distress of
her fellow creatures, and became, as it were, purified and made tender
by its own sympathies, and she wept. Both of them looked at her; but as
they were utterly incapable of understanding what she felt, this natural
struggle of a great but neglected spirit excited nothing on their part
but mere indifference.

At this moment, the prophet, who seemed laboring under a fierce but
gloomy mood, rose suddenly up, and exclaimed--

"Nelly--Sarah!--I can bear this, no longer; the saicret must come out. I
am--"

"Stop," screamed Sarah, "don't say it--don't say it! Let me leave the
counthry. Let me go somewhere--any where--let me--let me--die first."

"I am----," said he.

"I know it," replied his wife; "a murdherer! I know it now--I knew it
since yesterday mornin'."

"Give him justice," said Sarah, now dreadfully excited, and seizing
him by the breast of his coat,--"give him common justice--give the man
justice, I say. You are my father, aren't you? Say how you did it. It
was a struggle--a fight; he opposed you--he did, and your blood riz, and
you stabbed him for fear he might stab you. That was it. Ha! ha! I know
it was, for you are my father, and I am your daughter; and that's what I
would do like a man. But you never did it--ah! you never did it in cowld
blood, or like a coward."

There was something absolutely impressive and commanding in her
sparkling eyes, and the energetic tones of her voice, whilst she
addressed him.

"Donnel," said the wife, "it's no saicret to me; but it's enough now
that you've owned it. This is the last night that I'll spend with a
murdherer. You know what I've to answer for on my own account; and so,
in the name of God, we'll part in the mornin'."

"Ha!" exclaimed Sarah, "you'd leave him now, would you? You'd desart him
now; now that all the world will turn against him; now that every tongue
will abuse him; that every heart will curse him; that every eye will
turn away from him with hatred; now that shame, an' disgrace, an' guilt
is all upon his head; you'd leave him, would you, and join the world
against him? Father, on my knees I go to you;