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 Christian spirit--a spirit of forbearance,
though not of cordiality or approbation--began to pervade the land in
regard to the persecuted sect. And then, when the rigid old Pilgrims
eyed her rather in pity than in wrath, when the matrons fed her with