And should the peace of
Scotland be purchased by the lives of your friends--if Bruce survives,
you must still think your prayers blessed. Were I to fall, my sister,
my sorrows would be over; and from the region of universal blessedness
I should enjoy the sight of Scotland's happiness."
"Were we all to enter those regions at one time," faintly replied
Helen, "there would be comfort in such thoughts; but as it is--" Here
she paused; tears stopped her utterance. "A few years is a short
separation," returned Wallace, "when we are hereafter to be united to
all eternity. This is my consolation, when I think of Marion--when
memory dwells with the friends lost in these dreadful conflicts; and
whatever may be the fate of those who now survive, call to remembrance
my words, dear Helen, and the God who was my instructor will send you
comfort."
"Then farewell, my friend, my brother!" cried she, forcibly tearing
herself away, and throwing herself into the arms of Edwin; "leave me
now; and the angel of the just will bring you in glory, here or
hereafter, to your sister Helen." Wallace fervently kissed the hand
she again extended to him; and, with an emotion which he had thought he
would never feel again for mortal woman, left the apartment.
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