Constance, in order to save him by surrendering herself, rushes to the tribunal, where this mock trial is taking place. Their judges sentence both. Constance swoons in the arms of Raimond, and then ensues this piece of unaffecting bewilderment.
Con. (slowly recovering.)
There was a voice which call'd me. Am I not
A spirit freed from earth?—Have I not pass'd
The bitterness of death?
Ans. Oh, haste, away!
Con. Yes, Raimond calls me—(There he stands beside her!)
He, too, is released
From his cold bandage. We are free at last,
And all is well—away!
[She is led out by Anselmo.
[2] The numbers of Irish in the fever wards of the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh, in 1847, were, to the number of native Scotch, as 100 to 38; and in the fever hospitals of Glasgow, as 100 to 62; and the number of Irish were to the number of English in those wards, in both towns, as 100 to less than 2.
[3] Ireland before and after the Union. By R. M. Martin, Esq., 3d edit., p. 88.
[4] Ireland before and after the Union. By R. M. Martin, Esq., 3d edit., p. 90.
[5] Mr Scrope's Letter in the Morning Chronicle, April 26, 1848.
[6] Mill's Principles of Political Economy, vol. i. p. 387.