Wife.—If you come, you shall never leave us.
Eldest Daughter.—You shall have the vacant seat of my uncle at our table.
Youngest Daughter.—Yes; and I will kiss you again—won’t I mother?—when you come to Charleston.
Mother.—Yes, my dear child; and you shall give him the sweetest rose in our garden.
Youngest Daughter.—That I will, and pretty flowers, too.
Father.—Good by, Mr. Branch. (Strives to get his hand through the perforated door, but can clasp my fingers with but two of his.) Good by, sir—good by.
Wife.—Good by, Mr. Branch. I hope you will be restored to freedom.
Eldest Daughter.—Good by, Mr. Branch. I shall think of you with kindness, after I am gone, and I shall yearn to see you at our home in Carolina.
Youngest Daughter.—Good by, dear Mr. Branch, and I want you to give me another kiss before I go. (I kiss her, and receive many in return.) Good by, and you must not forget to come to Charleston, when these bad men let you out of prison. Good by, dear Mr. Branch, and I hope you will not be lonely and cry much after we have gone far away from you. Good by, Mr. Branch.
Stephen.—Farewell, kind friends, and may God ever bless you for your noble sympathy. (All go, and I prostrate myself on my cot, and am in prayers and tears long after their mournful departure.)