ing into, or even for reading,
this poor woman's claim.

One morning he is riding forth of his palace gates, at the head of his
splendid retinue, and the widow comes in his way, right in his path, and
holds up her petition again, and implores him to read it. He will not
read, and is about to pass scornfully on, when she flings herself on the
ground before him, herself and her little children, just in front of his
horse's hoofs, and she declares that if he will not stay and hear her
prayer, he shall not pass on his way unless he passes over the bodies of
herself and children.

And then says Mr. Allingham, "the Roman," who must have had something of
the truly imperial in him, "wheeled his horse and heard."

Margaret Godfrey, the poor widowed woman, took up the petition of her
husband, and continued to pray for redress of wrong done her husband,
herself, and her children. For twenty years she continued in her prayer.
Read what the poor widowed woman says in another part of her letter to
her daughter-in-law, and see if the truly imperial is to be found in a
King or in England's noblemen, who for twenty years "heard and wheeled."

"I have been sick all winter and not able to help myself, and am very
ill at present. My illness has almost turned me, but if I had but half a
leg I'll do my duty toward my family."

In another letter written to her daughter-in-law not long after the
first, she says: "Tell Charles if he ever visits the mouth of the St.
John or old Fort Frederick, not to neglect for his mother's sake to
visit the grave of Paul Guidon. He knows the locality and may be able to
detect the spot where the hero sleeps. In my thoughts, God knows how
often I linger about that spot. Sacred indeed must be the earth that
mingles with the dust of such nobility. Were I present I would adorn his
last resting place with the early spring flowers. Many wintry storms
have passed above his grave. Spring time and summer have come and gone,
but he heeds them not.

"I feel that I am nearing the border land, and as I cross the stream I
believe I shall meet my husband and also my other protector standing
together on the shore to welcome me home, to a home where friends never
fail and where justice is administered in the highest perfection.

"It is my living desire, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying
desire, to meet beyond on the fields of glory Paul Guidon and my dear
husband. No Briton ever lived who was more loyal to