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An old-fashioned Card-party — The Clergyman’s verses — The Story of the Convict’s Return

           Thelipswhichhadbeencompressedindoggedsullennessthroughout,quiveredandpartedinvoluntarily;thefaceturnedashypaleasthecoldperspirationbrokeforthfromeverypore;thesturdylimbsofthefelontrembled,andhestaggeredinthedock.

           ‘Inthefirsttransportsofhermentalanguish,thesufferingmotherthrewherselfonherkneesatmyfeet,andferventlysoughttheAlmightyBeingwhohadhithertosupportedherinallhertroublestoreleaseherfromaworldofwoeandmisery,andtosparethelifeofheronlychild.Aburstofgrief,andaviolentstruggle,suchasIhopeImayneverhavetowitnessagain,succeeded.Iknewthatherheartwasbreakingfromthathour;butIneveronceheardcomplaintormurmurescapeherlips.‘Itwasapiteousspectacletoseethatwomanintheprison-yardfromdaytoday,eagerlyandferventlyattempting,byaffectionandentreaty,tosoftenthehardheartofherobdurateson.Itwasinvain.Heremainedmoody,obstinate,andunmoved.Noteventheunlooked-forcommutationofhissentencetotransportationforfourteenyears,softenedforaninstantthesullenhardihoodofhisdemeanour.

           ‘Butthespiritofresignationandendurancethathadsolongupheldher,wasunabletocontendagainstbodilyweaknessandinfirmity.Shefellsick.Shedraggedhertotteringlimbsfromthebedtovisithersononcemore,butherstrengthfailedher,andshesankpowerlessontheground.

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