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The deed was done; and Santa Anna, the hty chief who mowed down four hundred unarmed men, was iet thee! Rest assured that the lapse of tihty deeds!

Fanning survived but a few hours, and then a well-ai us can calmly remember that his body was denied a burial? Oh, thou martyr leader of a martyr band, we cherish thy memory! dear to the heart of every Texan, every American, every soldier, and every patriot Peace to thee, noble Fanning! and may the purest joys of heaven be yours in that eternity to which we all are hastening

It was noon! Still and cold lay the four hundred forms upon the Plaza Even as they sank, so they slept No disturbing hand had ned around the ure swiftly stole down the now deserted streets, and hurrying to the Plaza, paused and gazed on the ruin and wreck that surrounded her Pools of blood were yet standing, and the earth was daore One by one Inez turned the ht was not to be found She had almost concluded her search, when her eye fell on a prostrate forazed into the upturned face, and a low cry of bitter anguish welled up and passed her colorless lips Gently she lifted the cloak, clasped by one icy hand: the ball had pierced his side, and entered the heart So instantaneous had been his death that not a feature was convulsed The dark clustering hair was borne back from the broad white brow, the eyes closed as in deep sleep, the finely-cut lips just parted Pallid was the cheek, yet calazed She caught the cold hand to her lips, and laid her cheek near his ht know and realize that his spirit had indeed joined Mary's in the "land of rest" The icy touch extinguished every gleam of hope, and cal every feature, then dropped her handkerchief upon the covered head, and drawing her ht and darkness

Stretched on a couch in the home of the kind-hearted Señora who had received her, Inez noted the moments and hours as they passed An eternity seemed coain and again she raised her bowed head, and looked out on the slowly sinking sun It passed at length beyond her vision She rose and sought her friend, an aged daentle heart, keenly alive to the grief and sufferings of another