" And here the
tears--the tears that did honor not only to him, but to human nature
and his country--rolled slowly down his emaciated cheeks, for the deep
distress to which the man that he believed to be the murdherer of his
brother had been.

"Indeed, Donnel," said Mrs. Sullivan, "it would be a hard an'
uncharitable heart that wouldn't relent if it knew what they are
suffering. Young Con is jist risin' out of the faver that was in the
family, and it would wring your--"

A glance at Mave occasioned her to pause. The gentle girl, upon whom
the Prophet had kept his eye during the whole conversation, had been
reflecting, in her wasted but beautiful features, both the delicacy and
depth of the sympathy that had been expressed for the unhappy Daltons.
Sometimes she became pale as ashes, and again her complexion assumed the
subdued hue of the wild rose; for--alas that we must say it--sorrow and
suffering--in other words, want, in its almost severest form, had
thrown its melancholy hue over the richness of her blush--which, on this
occasion, borrowed a delicate grace from distress itself. Such, indeed,
was her beauty, and so gently and serenely did her virtues shine
through it, that it mattered not to what condition of calamity they
were subjected; in every situation they seemed to shed some new and
unexpected charm upon the eyes of those who looked upon her. The mother,
we said on glancing at her, paused--but the chord of love and sorrow had
been touched, and poor Mave, unable any longer to restrain her feelings,
burst out into tears, and wept aloud on heading the name and sufferings
of her lover. Her father looked at her, and his brow got sad; but there
was no longer the darkness of resentment or indignation there; so true
is it that suffering chastens the heart into its noblest affections, and
purges it of the gloomier and grosser passions.

"Poor Mave," he exclaimed, "when I let the tears down for the man that
has my doother's blood on his hands, it's no wonder you, should cry for
him you love so well."

"Oh, dear father," she exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms, and
embracing him tenderly, "I feel no misery nor sorrow now--the words you
have spoken have made me happy. All these sufferings will pass away;
for it cannot be but God will, sooner or later, reward your piety and
goodness. Oh, if I could do anything for--for--for any one," and she
blushed as she spoke; "but I cannot. There is nothing here that I can
d