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 flowing for the rights of the Bohemian people, washed from his heart all the hatred against Countess Felsenburk. The love which he now bore Maria Felicia was even greater than the hatred with which he formerly regarded her. He lifted me from the ground, fled from the massacre, and in spite of his own severe wounds, saved my life. He carried me to the president of the Union, a dear old man, who, on account of old age, could not accompany us on our expedition. The president blessed our marriage, and accepted both of us as his children. Andrew cultivated his little farm, and I served them both, feeling that I had entered paradise. But one cloud hung over our happiness; no children smiled upon us. But now we praise God for not sending us children, for we should have had to move out without them, like the rest of the Brethren.”

And the eyes of Maria Felicia, which had lost none of their luster since they rested upon the sovereign’s face, filled with tears.