SCENE I. It is the night of September 13th, 1805, and half-past ten

of that night, and the hero is leaving Merton--a home of his in the country. But see, ere he leaves the house, he goes on tiptoe, fearful lest he should wake her, to the bedroom where his little girl Horatia lies sleeping. He gazes long and fondly at her, he softly kisses her, then kneels beside her bed with tear-filled eyes upturned to heaven to crave a blessing on her. I see him kneeling thus and there at this moment.