“What’s to come o’ me?” said Jemmy, with tears in his eye; “I have nothing to do, nobody to attend to, nobody to fight with, nothing to disturb me or put me out of timper; I knew, however, that he would stick to his wickedness to the last—­an’ so he did, for the devil tempted him, out of sheer malice, when he could get at me no way else, to lave me fifty pounds a year, to kape me aisy!  Sich revenge and villany, by a dyin’ man, was never heard of.  God help me, what am I to do now, or what hand will I turn to?  What is there before me but peace and quietness for the remainder of my life?—­but I won’t stand that long—­an’ to lave me fifty pounds a year, to kape me aisy!  God forgive him!”

The Prophet suffered the sentence of the law, but refused all religious consolation.  Whether his daughter’s message ever reached him or not, we have had no means of ascertaining.  He died, however, as she wished, firmly, but sullenly, and as if he despised and defied the world and its laws.  He neither admitted his guilt, nor attempted to maintain his innocence, but passed out of existence like a man who was already wearied with its cares, and who now felt satisfied, when it was too late, that contempt for the laws of God and man, never leads to safety, much loss to happiness.  His only observation was the following—­

“When I dreamt that young Dalton drove a nail in my coffin, little I thought it would end this way.”

We have simply to conclude by saying that Rody Duncan was transported for perjury; and that Nelly became a devotee, or voteen, and, as far as one could judge, exhibited something like repentance for the sinful life she had led with the Prophet.