I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see the good old man, so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.
I see her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing office, and at peace. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. Diary of Frederick MacKensie, British officer and witness to the hanging of Nathan Hale I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more.
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