before your eyes."

"Blessington," returned the young officer,--and his
features exhibited the liveliest image of despair,--"all
hope has long since been extinct within my breast. See
you yon theatre of death?" he mournfully pursued, pointing
to the fatal bridge, which was thrown into full relief
against the placid bosom of the Detroit: "recollect you
the scene that was acted on it? As for me, it is ever
present to my mind,--it haunts me in my thoughts by day,
and in my dreams by night. I shall never forget it while
memory is left to curse me with the power of retrospection.
On the very spot on which I now stand was I borne in a
chair, to witness the dreadful punishment; you see the
stone at my feet, I marked it by that. I saw you conduct
Halloway to the centre of the bridge; I beheld him kneel
to receive his death; I saw, too, the terrible race for
life, that interrupted the proceedings; I marked the
sudden upspring of Halloway to his feet upon the coffin,
and the exulting waving of his hand, as he seemed to
recognise the rivals for mastery in that race. Then was
heard the fatal volley, and I saw the death-struggle of
him who had saved my brother's life. I could have died,
too, at that moment; and would to Providence I had! but
it was otherwise decreed. My aching interest was, for a
moment, diverted by the fearful chase now renewed upon
the height; and, in common with those around me, I watched
the efforts of the pursuer and the pursued with painful
earnestness and doubt as to the final result. Ah,
Blessington, why was not this all? The terrible shriek,