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182 A MARTYRDOM.
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muskets at Master Arthur's body . Her son , however , was still ten standing ance as I when had never she spoke thoug , ht gazing to have upward seen with one beaming so young coun look
-. so Suddenl glorious he . made He mi a ght si have as if been for a the moment youngest 's grace of the and angels step- .
y gn , ping up to the officers and holding out his hand , " Dear gentlemen" cried he sweetl" pardon my presumptionand let me say
than one word , in to another you , for world thoug y , . h so Never young at I shall future soon , time you , see let , be death older you , any , my
let give me you tell a moment you that ' s pang your : souls you are are blessed very precious instruments in my to me eyes . , But do
not let me die in vain . " His voice grew solemn "with earnestness at the close of his speech . Stepping back again , he once more
turned his face upwards . One of his murderers appeared struck to the heart by what he said , and passed his hand repeatedly over
his eyes ; but the others coolly gave the signal . One dreadful , clear moment of seeminglendless timethen a stepping forward of the
soldiers , and a firing y of some twenty , pieces : and Master Arthur fellHe was not dead at once ; he turned on his elbow as he lay ,
. and cried " Praised be the Lord ! " when a second volley despatched , him for ever .
Truly this was a glorious day for my dear and precious Master Arthur , in the which he won the race and received the crown-
the day on which the ! Lord was pleased to clothe his youthful limbs with the white and glistering marriage garment .. This was ,
indeed , a day to be remembered with grateful , rejoicing prayers by honoured those who bwalking loved him a whil better e with than him themselves and by , and beholdin who g were his
y , the goodl rugge y testimony d , thorny —b path y those that who led should him so be quickl jealous y to his to look God ! out Yet for ,
this was not a day that I can call , with his exalted mother , one of rejoicing ! No ! sweet Master Arthur , leaving out the sighing of
the flesh , can we rejoice for the day that stamped the condemnation of seem thy almost wicked innocent murderers ? The ? Besid more e their the young foul souls mart will yr ' s not glory Cain , the ' s
more their sin ! Oh persecutors of God ' s Saints , will ye not repent before Notwithstan ye die ? ding the wonderful way in which my beloved lady
was supported to bear and go through her sainted son ' s testimony , her bodily health failed afterwards , and , in one short year , so
sensibly , that she was afflicted with paralysis , and confined to her easy chair for the rest of her honoured life . As the beloved lady ' s
nerves grew weak , she was tried with a sad thorn in the flesh ; and though she prayed earnestly against itshe would at times ,
, in certain states of health , be seized with a panic whether it were well with her beloved martyred son , -whether his salvation were
sure . And then she would have fits of sad lamentation , and
182 A Martyrdom.
182 A MARTYRDOM .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1858, page 182, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051858/page/38/
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