his King and
country, and trusted more fully in the honour of earthly Lords than
Charles Godfrey.

"It may be that I shall bye and by find Paul Guidon's name inscribed in
brighter characters on the columns that support the arches of the
heavens, than the names of some to whom my husband applied on earth for
redress of wrong.

"One of Briton's statesmen lately said, 'It is easy for my Lord C. or
Earl G. or Marquis B. or Lord H. with thousands upon thousands a year,
some of it either presently derived or inherited in sinecure
acquisitions from the public money to boast of their patriotism, and
keep aloof from temptation, but they do not know from what temptation
those have kept aloof who had equal pride, at least equal talents, and
not unequal passions, and nevertheless knew not in the course of their
lives what it was to have a shilling of their own, and in saying this he
wept.

"And so have I, a thousand times in silence wept, as the utmost energy
of my life has been exerted to cheer, to comfort and to encourage a
weeping heart-broken husband weighed down with misfortunes and poverty."

The grave has long ago closed over every member of the Godfrey family
who were among the English pioneer settlers of Acadia, and the history
of their lives might have slept with them, but for a trifling
circumstance. The old documents referred to and copied in the foregoing
chapters, are greatly defaced, and time is completing their destruction.
Many of them are scarcely legible, and it required the utmost patience
and perseverance to gather together the facts as narrated in this work.

* * * * *

LITTLE MAG'S DREAM AS INTERPRETED BY ONE OF THE LESTERS.

As the little widow narrated her dream to one of the Misses Lester, the
latter understood it to be something like the following: Mag saw a vast
land with wooded hills and dales, green fields, lakes and rivers. Her
departed husband was quickly crossing over all these toward the setting
sun. He sped over the lakes and rivers in his canoe, and when he
emerged from among the trees, his bow and arrow hung across his
shoulder, over the open country he travelled in his moccasins, with the
old flag wrapped tightly about his breast and shoulders. At length he
approached the setting sun, where she lost sight of him for a moment,
the darkness that had gradually settled down, shutting out from her view
the passage of her husband, quick as a flash burst into a