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tear forced itself from between the sunker

 lids of the ecclesiastic; unused to such moisture

 since he had stopped within his narrow cell,

 it stood upon his pale cheek for moment as if doubtlng how to shape it's course over SC unknown track, or as if frozen at it's source by the severity of his brow. He shed but that one tear but it was the widows mite - It was all he had!

 Lifting his eyes towards the magistrate, he muttered request for the coup de-grace- The magistrate nodded to the exccutioner, and Boucher again heaved his weapon. The weight oi the iron and the force of the blow, burst at once all the arteries of the stomach, and crushed the vertebra: the blood gushed in torrents from his eyes, his mouth, his ears "a gasp conVulsed his frame---a groan-one gasp more-nd he ceased to suffer- The man of GoD eyed for a moment the bleeding visage, where blood had not quenched the gentle flame of resignation; then threw his look upwards, then down on the assembly, and, with finger slowly raised and voice of thrilling expression, declared-"A A righteous soul has taken flght!"-"Voila Pane du iuste qui s'envoe!"