“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Women Toms Cordones Vengeance, the Jurymen,
the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the
destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument,
before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and
a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to
be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long, long
years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of
which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for
itself and wearing out.
“I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful,
prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more.
I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see
her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to
all men in his healing office, and at peace; I see the good old man,
so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he
has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.