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 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
the fragments of their children's food and offered her a lodging on a
hard and lowly bed, when no little crowd of schoolboys left their
sports to cast stones after the roving enthusiast,--then did Catharine
return to Pearson's dwelling, and made that her home.

As if Ilbrahim's sweetness yet lingered round his ashes, as if his
gentle spirit came down from heaven to teach his parent a true
religion, her fierce and vindictive nature was softened by the same
griefs which had once irritated it. When the course of years had made
the features of the unobtrusive mourner familiar in th