On the night preceding the day appointed for carrying out the terrible sentence, poor Jemmy and his betrothed were allowed by Mr. Jones, the keeper of the prison, to pass an hour together. While clasping her lover's fettered hands, Monica looked tenderly into his face, and said: "I shall not long survive you, Jemmy." "Banish these thoughts," he rejoined. "You are young, and I hope may have many years of happiness. Be constant to my memory, that is all I ask. If disembodied spirits can watch over the living I will watch over you." With a sad smile he then added: "For a few minutes let us live in the past. Let me look back to the time when I first beheld you, and when your beauty made an impression on me that has never been effaced. Let me recall those happy hours when smiles only lighted up that lovely countenance, and no tear was ever shed. Oh! those were blissful days!" "Let me also recall the past, dearest Jemmy," she cried. "How well do I recollect our first meeting! I thought I had seen no one like you, and I think so still. I could not be insensible to the devotion of a youth so gallant, and my heart was quickly yours. Alas! alas! I took advantage of your love to induce you to join this fatal expedition." "Do not reproach yourself, dearest Monica. 'Twas my destiny. I am a true adherent of the Stuarts. Had I ten thousand lives I would give them all to King James and my country! I shall die with those sentiments on my lips." As he spoke his pale cheek flushed, and his eye kindled with its former fire. She gazed at him with admiration. But after a few moments a change came over his countenance, and with a look of ill-concealed anguish, he said: "We must part to-night, dearest Monica. 'Tis better you should not come to me to-morrow." "Nay, dearest Jemmy, I will attend you to the last." "Impossible! it cannot be. My execution will be accompanied by barbarities worthy of savages, and not of civilised beings. You must not--shall not witness such a frightful spectacle." "If the sight kills me I will be present." "Since you are resolved, I will say no more. At least, you will see how firmly I can die." Just then Mr. Jones came in to remind them that it was time to part, and with a tender embrace, Jemmy consigned her to his care. On learning that she meant to attend the execution, Mr. Jones endeavoured to dissuade her, but she continued unshaken in her purpose. CHAPTER VI. THE FATAL DAY. Next morning all those condemned to die breakfasted together in a large room on the ground floor of the prison. Their fetters had been previously removed. There was no bravado, no undue levity in their manner or discourse, but they looked surprisingly cheerful, in spite of the near approach of death under the most dreadful form. All had passed the greater part of the night in prayer. And as they hoped they had settled their account on high, there was nothing to disturb their serenity.