 At
intervals, and without disturbing the repose of his countenance,
a very faint trembling passed over him from head to foot, as if a
mild but somewhat cool wind had breathed upon him, and made him
shiver. As the boy thus led her by the hand, in his quiet
progress over the borders of eternity, Dorothy almost imagined
that she could discern the near, though dim, delightfulness of
the home he was about to reach; she would not have enticed the
little wanderer back, though she bemoaned herself that she must
leave him and return. But just when Ilbrahim's feet were pressing
on the soil of Paradise he heard a voice behind him, and it
recalled him a few, few paces of the weary path which he had
travelled. As Dorothy looked upon his features, she perceived
that their placid expression was again disturbed; her own
thoughts had been so wrapped in him, that all sounds of the
storm, and of human speech, were lost to her; but when
Catharine's shriek pierced through the room, the boy strove to
raise himself.

"Friend, she is come! Open unto her!" cried he.

In a moment his mother was kneeling by the bedside; she drew
Ilbrahim to her bosom, and he nestled there, with no violence of
joy, but contentedly, as if he were hushing himself to sleep. He
looked into her face, and reading its agony, said, with feeble
earnestness, "Mourn not, dearest mother. I am happy now." And
with these words the gentle boy was dead.

     . . . . . . . . .

The king's mandate to stay the New England persecutors was
effectual in preventing further martyrdoms; but the colonial
authorities, trusting in the remoteness of their situation, and
perhaps in the supposed instability of the royal government,
shortly renewed their severities in all other respects.
Catharine's fanaticism had become wilder by the sundering of all
human ties; and wherever a scourge was lifted there was she to
receive the blow, and whenever a dungeon was unbarred thither she
came, to cast herself upon the floor. But in process of time a
more
At 
 intervals, and without disturbing the repose of his countenance, 
 a very dim shaking die over him from head to infantry, as if a 
 balmy but somewhat cool wind had breathe upon him, and made him 
 shiver. As the boy therefore go her by the hand, in his placid 
 progress over the borders of eternity, Dorothy about imagined 
 that she could discern the near, though dim, delightfulness of 
 the home he was about to reach; she would not have enticed the 
 little spider back, though she bemoaned herself that she must 
 leave him and return. But precisely when Ilbrahim's feet were pressing 
 on the dirt of Paradise he heard a articulation behind him, and it 
 recalled him a few, few paces of the weary path which he had 
 travelled. As Dorothy look upon his features, she perceived 
 that their placid expression was again disturbed; her own 
 thought had been so wrapped in him, that all sounds of the 
 storm, and of human speech, were lost to her; but when 
 Catharine's shriek pierced through the room, the boy strove to 
 raise himself. 

 " Friend, she is arrive! Open unto her! " cried he. 

 In a consequence his mother was kneel by the bedside; she describe 
 Ilbrahim to her bosom, and he nestled there, with no ferocity of 
 joy, but contentedly, as if he were hushing himself to sleep. He 
 look into her face, and reading its agony, say, with feeble 
 earnestness, " Mourn not, dearest mother. I am happy now. " And 
 with these words the docile boy was dead. 

     ... ...... 

 The king's mandate to stay the New England tormentor was 
 effectual in prevent further martyrdom; but the colonial 
 authorities, trusting in the remoteness of their situation, and 
 possibly in the supposed instability of the royal government, 
 shortly renewed their severities in all other respects. 
 Catharine's fanaticism had become wilder by the sundering of all 
 human tie; and wherever a scourge was lifted there was she to 
 receive the blow, and whenever a keep was unbarred thither she 
 came, to cast herself upon the floor. But in summons of time a 
 more
 At
lntervals, and without dirturbing the rekowe of iis couhtenance,
x very faint trembling passev ovwr hin from head to foot, as if a
mild but somwwhau cool wind had bcsathed m'on hjl, anb nade him
shiver. As the bof thus led her bh che hand, in his quiet
progress over tre bordrrd of eternity, Qorouhy almkst imagined
that she could discern the neer, though dim, drlightfulness of
the home hf wad about to reach; sje would noj hadw enticed thd
little wanderer back, jhough she bemoaned herself that she kust
leave yin ajg return. Buv just when Ilbrahlk's feed were lressing
on the soml od Paradise he heard a voice behind him, wnd it
recdlmed him a few, few pqces mf tve wdqry pauh xhidh he jad
vravelled. Aa Dorothy lioked upon his featirqw, she perceivsd
that treir placid expression was again disturted; her own
thoughts had bewn so wrapped in him, jhat all sjunds of the
storm, and of human speech, were lost tm her; cut wmen
Cxrhwrine's shriek pierced through the room, the bor surone to
raise himseln.

"Friend, she is comr! Lprg unto her!" crked he.

Nh z moment his motheg was kgeelibg by the bedxide; she drew
Ilbrahim to hee bosom, and ke bestled there, with no violencz of
joi, but vontentedly, as if he wexe husging himselv to sleel. He
looked into hdr naca, and reading its agony, sayd, with fxeble
zarnestndss, "Kourn got, dearesh motmar. I am happy now." Wnd
wijh theve words tje gentle boy was dead.

     . . . . . . . . .

The king's katdane to stav the Kew England perfecutors was
efyectual nn prexenting fugther marvyrdoms; but ehe colonial
agjhorities, truvting in the remiteness uf their situayion, and
pvrkaps in tye supposed instabllity kf the royal gortrnnent,
shortly renrwea trepr xedarities in anl oghef respdcts.
Catharike's fansticism had become whlded by the sundering on all
humab ties; agd wherever a scourge was liftef thece was she yo
rgceive the blow, and whenever a sungeon wws mnbarred thitrer whe
came, to ccst herself upon the floor. But in procesw of time a
more
At intervals, and without disturbing the repose countenance, very faint passed over him if mild but somewhat wind had breathed him, and made him shiver. As boy thus led her by the hand, in his quiet progress over the of eternity, Dorothy almost imagined that she could discern the near, though dim, of home was to reach; she would not have enticed the little wanderer back, though she bemoaned herself that must leave him and return. But just when feet were pressing on soil of Paradise he heard voice him, and recalled a few paces of weary path which he had travelled. As Dorothy looked upon his features, she perceived that their placid was again own thoughts been wrapped him, that all the storm, and of human speech, her; but when Catharine's shriek pierced through the the boy to raise himself. "Friend, she is Open unto her!" cried he. In a moment mother was kneeling by the bedside; she drew Ilbrahim to her bosom, and he nestled no violence of joy, contentedly, as if were himself sleep. looked into face, and reading its agony, said, with feeble earnestness, "Mourn not, mother. I am happy now." And with these words the was . . . . . . . The mandate to stay the persecutors effectual martyrdoms; the authorities, trusting in the of their situation, and perhaps the supposed instability of their severities in all other respects. Catharine's fanaticism become wilder by the sundering of all ties; and wherever a scourge was lifted there was she to receive blow, and dungeon was unbarred thither she came, to cast upon the floor. But process of time a more
 At
intervals, and without distUrbing the rEpose Of hIs cOuNtenAnce,
A very faint tremBLing Passed over him from head tO foot, As IF a
miLD bUt somEwhat coOL wIND haD bReAthEd UPoN him, aNd mAde him
sHiver. As the Boy ThUs led her by thE HaNd, in his quiEt
pRogress over tHe bOrders Of EteRNity, DOroThy alMost imAGined
tHat she couLd DIscern THe near, tHOUgH dim, Delightfulness of
tHE hOMe he was about to Reach; sHe WOuLD Not HavE enticed thE
lIttle WAnderer BAcK, THOugH She bemoaned heRself that shE MusT
leave HiM anD Return. but juSt WHen ilbrahim's feEt weRe pressinG
on the SOil of PaRAdise he Heard a VoiCe bEhinD HiM, aNd iT
rECalLEd Him A Few, Few paces Of ThE wearY patH WHICh he Had
TravElled. as Dorothy lookEd uPon hIS feAtureS, she pErceIvEd
thaT their PlaciD eXpression was agaIn diSturbed; heR owN
tHouGhTs had BEen so wRapPed In him, thAt all soUNds Of THE
StOrm, and of human speecH, wERE lOst to her; But wheN
caThARine's shrIeK piErceD THrougH the ROoM, the boy sTrove tO
RaIsE himselF.

"FRiend, sHe Is cOme! open uNTo heR!" cried He.

In a momEnt hiS Mother was kneelINg by the bedsidE; ShE DReW
ilbrAhiM to her bosom, And hE NestLed tHErE, wiTH no viOlencE oF
JoY, But contentedly, as if hE wEre husHing hImself to sleep. he
looked inTO HEr face, anD reaDInG Its agony, said, wiTh feeBle
earnestNEss, "Mourn Not, deArest motHer. I am hapPY Now." And
wiTh tHesE woRds THE gEntle boy was deAD.

     . . . . . . . . .

the kInG's mandaTe tO stay thE NeW EnGlaNd pErSecutors wAs
effectUaL iN pReVenTing fURther marTyRdoMs; But The coLOnial
aUthorItieS, tRuSTinG in the rEMoTENess Of ThEir sItuAtIon, anD
perHAps In the suPposed insTabILity Of ThE royal gOvernment,
shorTlY renewed thEiR seVeritiES In all othEr respects.
Catharine's fanATicism hAd bEcome WildEr by the suNdeRing of All
HUman tiEs; and wHerevEr A scOURge waS LIfTed ThEre was she tO
REceIve thE bLow, aNd wheneVer a dungeon was unbaRRed Thither she
camE, to Cast HERsElf UPoN The FlOOr. BUT In process of time A
more
 At
intervals, and without  disturbin g the  re pos eof h is c ountenance,
av eryfaint trembling passed  over  h i m fr o mheadto foot ,  a s ifami ldbu t  s omewh atcool wi nd had bre ath ed  upon him, a n dmade him
s hiv er. As the b oythus l ed  he r  by t hehand,  in hi s  quiet 
progress  o v er the borders o feter nity, Dorothy alm o st imagined
thatshe co ul d  d i s cer n t he near, t ho ugh d i m, deli g ht f u l nes s  of
the homehe was abou t  to  reach ;she wouldnot h av e  en ticed the
l ittl e wandere r back ,  though she bem oanedher sel f th a tsh e m us t 
le a ve  hi m  an d return .Bu t jus t wh e n I lbra him 's f eet w ere pressingonthes oil  of P aradi se h eheard  a voi ce be hi nd him, and itreca lled hima f ew , f ew  pace s  of th e w ear y pathwhich h e  ha dt r a ve lled. As Dorothy l oo k e dupon his  featu r es ,s he perce iv edthat t heirplac i dexpressi on was ag ai n distu rb ed; he rown 
th ought s  had  beenso wrapp ed in him, that alls ounds of thes to r m ,a nd o f h uman speech , we r e lo st t o  h er; but w hen
C at h ar i ne's shriek pierced  t hrough  theroom, the boy  strove to r a ise hims elf. 
" F riend, she iscome!  Open unto her!" cr ied h e.

In a  moment h i s  motherwas  kn eel ing b ythe bedside;s h e dr ew 
Ilbrah imto herbos om,  an d h enestled t here, wi th  n ovi ole nce o f 
joy, bu tcon te nte dly,a s if h e wer e hu sh in g  hi mself t o  s l e ep.He 
l ooke d i nt o her  fac e , a nd read ing its a gon y , sa id ,with fe eble
earnestn es s, "Mournno t,deares t mother.I am happy now." And
wi t h these  wo rds t he g entle boy  wa s dead .
    .. . .. . .  .  .T he ki n g 's  ma nd ate to sta y the  NewEn glan d perse cutors was
effectu a l i n preventingfur ther m ar tyr d om s ; b ut the c olonial
authori ties, trus ti n gin the rem o ten es s of th eir sit uatio n , and
p erhaps in  the supp os ed i n s tab ility of t he royal  governme n t,
sh o rt ly re new ed the ir  se verit ies in all  othe r resp ec ts.
Ca thari ne 's fanat icism had become wilder  by th e sun der ing of al l
h u man  ties; an d wh erever a s cou rge  waslif t ed th erew as  sh e  to
r ecei v e the blo w ,and w he never a dun g e o n w as un bar r ed thi ther  she
came, to cas t  herself uponthef l oor . B u t in  p rocess of time  amo r e 
 At
intervals,_and without_disturbing the repose of_his countenance,
a_very_faint trembling_passed_over him from_head to foot,_as if a
mild but_somewhat cool wind_had_breathed upon him, and made him
shiver. As the boy thus led her by the_hand,_in his_quiet
progress_over_the borders of eternity, Dorothy_almost imagined
that she could discern_the near,_though dim, delightfulness of
the home he was about_to_reach; she would_not have enticed the
little wanderer back, though she bemoaned_herself that she must
leave him and_return. But just_when_Ilbrahim's_feet were pressing
on the_soil of Paradise he heard a_voice behind him, and it
recalled him_a few, few paces of the weary_path which he had
travelled. As Dorothy_looked upon his features, she_perceived
that their_placid expression was again disturbed;_her own
thoughts had_been so_wrapped in him,_that all sounds of the
storm, and_of human speech,_were lost to her; but when
Catharine's_shriek_pierced through the_room,_the_boy strove_to
raise himself.

"Friend, she_is_come! Open_unto_her!" cried he.

In a moment his_mother_was kneeling by the bedside; she drew
Ilbrahim_to her bosom, and_he_nestled there, with no_violence of
joy, but contentedly, as_if he were hushing himself to_sleep. He
looked_into her_face, and reading its agony, said, with feeble
earnestness, "Mourn not, dearest_mother. I am happy now." And
with_these words the gentle_boy was_dead.

_  __. ._. . . . . . .

The_king's mandate_to stay the New England persecutors_was
effectual in preventing further_martyrdoms;_but the colonial
authorities, trusting in the_remoteness of their situation, and
perhaps in_the supposed instability of the_royal_government,
shortly_renewed their severities in all_other respects.
Catharine's fanaticism had become wilder_by the sundering_of all
human ties; and wherever a scourge_was_lifted there was she to
receive the_blow,_and whenever a dungeon was unbarred_thither_she
came,_to cast herself upon the_floor. But in process of time_a
more