vary Good indede to us Boys, and they ain't one of us but what
liked him vary mutch and feel vary bad. fift Wee dont none of us
ixpect to have no moar sutch good Times at the braker as wee did
Befoar. sixt Wee aint scollers enougth to rite it down just what
wee feel, but wee feel a hunderd times more an what weave got rote
down.

JOE FOSTER, comity,

PAT DONNELLY, comity,

his solem mark

JACK + MURFY comity.

The widow laid aside the paper, put her face in her hands, and began
to weep. There was something in the honest, unskilled way in which
these boys had laid their hearts open before her in this time of
general sorrow, that brought the tears into her eyes at last, and for
many minutes they flowed without restraint. Those who were with her
knew that the danger that had menaced her was passed.

After a little she lifted her head.

"I will see the boys," she said. "I will thank them in person. Tell
them to assemble in the hall."

The message was given, and the boys filed into the broad hall, and
stood waiting, hats in hand, in silence and in awe.