his countenance
and his ashen lips muttered something which none heard.

After him came the Creole, who had been Wolfe's accomplice. On the night
of the murder, he had taken advantage of the general loneliness and
the confusion of the few present, and fled. He was found, however, fast
asleep in a garret, before morning, by the officers of justice; and, on
trial, he had confessed all. This man was in a rapid consumption. The
delay of another week would have given to Nature the termination of his
life. He, like Bradley, seemed earnest and absorbed in prayer.

Last came Wolfe, his tall, gaunt frame worn by confinement and internal
conflict into a gigantic skeleton; his countenance, too, had undergone a
withering change; his grizzled hair seemed now to have acquired only the
one hoary hue of age; and, though you might trace in his air and eye the
sternness, you could no longer detect the fire, of former days. Calm, as
on the preceding night, no emotion broke over his dark but not defying
features. He rejected, though not irreverently, all aid from the
benevolent priest, and seemed to seek in the pride of his own heart a
substitute for the resignation of Religion.

"Miserable man!" at last said the good clergyman, in whom zeal overcame
kindness, "have you at this awful hour no prayer upon your lips?"

A living light shot then for a moment over Wolfe's eye and brow. "I
have!" said he; and raising his clasped hands to Heaven, he continued in
the memorable words of Sidney, "Lord, defend Thy own cause, and defend
those who defend it! Stir up such as are faint; direct those that are
willing; confirm those that waver; give wisdom and integrity to all:
order all things so as may most redound to Thine own glory!

"I had once hoped," added Wolfe, sinking in his tone, "I had once hoped
that I might with justice have continued that holy prayer; ["Grant that
I may die glorifying Thee for all Thy mercies, and that at the last Thou
hast permitted me to be singled out as a witness of Thy truth, and even
by the confession of my opposers for that OLD CAUSE in which I was from
my youth engaged, and for which Thou hast often and wonderfully declared
Thyself."--ALGERNON SIDNEY.] but--" he ceased abruptly; the glow passed
from his countenance, his lip quivered, and the tears stood in his eyes;
and that was the only weakness he betrayed, and those were his last
words.

Crauford continued, even while the rope was put round him, mute and
unc