. Forrester's pictorial miscellany for the family circle . enounced as inimical to the republic, and sentenced to die with a crowd of his happily for this virtuous colonist, he was the father of a littlegirl, eminently endowed with courage, energy, and affection; andwhen the moment of separation from his family arrived, this cour-ageous child resolved to follow and share his sufferings; howeverterrible to her tender age. In vain did the father entreat his littleAnnette to remain at home, and the mother, with streaming eyes,seek to retain her child by force. Entreaties and


. Forrester's pictorial miscellany for the family circle . enounced as inimical to the republic, and sentenced to die with a crowd of his happily for this virtuous colonist, he was the father of a littlegirl, eminently endowed with courage, energy, and affection; andwhen the moment of separation from his family arrived, this cour-ageous child resolved to follow and share his sufferings; howeverterrible to her tender age. In vain did the father entreat his littleAnnette to remain at home, and the mother, with streaming eyes,seek to retain her child by force. Entreaties and commands wereequally unavailing, and, rushing from the door, she continued tofollow, at a little distance, the rough men who urged her unhappyfather to the place of execution. Small time sufficed to place himin the foremost rank of the condemed ; his eyes were blinded, andhis hands tied together, while the executioners made ready thosemurderous engines which were soon to open a heavy fire of grape-shot upon the crowds who awaited their death in But suddenly a little girl sprang forward, and her voice, tremu-lous with emotion, uttered the piercing cry of- - Oh ! my father,my father! The lookers on endeavored to snatch her from de- FILIAL DEVOTION. 161 struction, and those who were alike condemned to death, menacedthe poor child, in order to drive her from among them. Annettebounded with light step towards her father, as she had been wont todo in happier days, when awaiting his welcome voice, and throwingher little arms around his neck, she waited to perish with the authorof her days. O my child, my dearest child ! the cherished and only hope ofthy wretched mother, no\v on the eve of widowhood, exclaimedher trembling and weeping father, I command, I conjure thee togo away. No, papa, we will die together. This unexpected incident disconcerted the director of the massa-cre. Perhaps he was himself a father, and the thought of his ownchildren might arise within him. Certai


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