Miss Linisfarne is buried, and the Court is destroyed. I shall not rebuild it, but devote any surplus moneys I have to the use of the parish. I mean to raise the villagers out of their present wretched condition, to repair the church and augment the income of Parson Jarner. He, dear old man, refuses to leave Farbis, as he has grown to love the place and the people. So he shall be my almoner, and when my wife and I weary of being Lord and Lady Ardleigh, we shall come down to Farbis to be Dan and Meg. Tim and Parson Jarner and Mother Jericho will be there to welcome us, and we will revive the old Bohemian days which are now at an end. The old lady is in high glee at the fulfilment of her prophecy, as she well may be. It has given me a pearl of womanhood for my wife. I loved Meg from the first moment I saw her coming up through the Gates of Dawn. All our troubles are, I hope, over, sorrow has departed, and joy has come. I do not think I can do better than end this letter with a verse of Meg's song. It can stand in lieu of a signature. "The red light flames in the eastern skies, The dew lies heavy on lea and lawn, Grief with her anguish of midnight flies, And Joy comes up through the Gates of Dawn." THE END. LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS. LIMITED, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Gates of Dawn, by Fergus Hume