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carrying it? After debating the question in his mind, he 
decides that whatever be the consequences, he will carry out his 
father’s wish. Strengthened with this resolution he hurries on, 
and when overcome with fatigue, slept all the night in the open 
fields. Next morning he starts afresh, mounts the lofty hills 
which overshadow the Wharfe, and sees the tower of Bolton 
Abbey below. But the soldiers are close upon him. They see 
him in the distance carrying the banner, and at once recognise 
him as the son of Roger Norton, whom they have orders to take, 
dead or alive. They hem him round. He tries to explain that 
he is no traitor, but the soldiers will not listen, and he is killed. 
Three days afterwards the body is found, and to save Emily from 
needless sorrow, it was arranged to bury it in the Abbey grave- 
yard without telling her of his death. But she has come to the 
Abbey for information of her brother, and she is there as the 
funeral is taking place, to see the ‘ sorrow of this final truth.” 
In the last canto of this pathetic story, we feel that Wordsworth 
has succeeded in sounding the very depths of human sorrow, and 
in concluding he seeks to arouse our sympathy for Emily. She 
is seated under the shadow of a blighted oak with the white doe 
beside her. She is persecuted, and her hiding-place is 
‘© A hut, by tufted trees defended, 
Where Rylstone Brook with Wharfe is blended.’’ 
The persecution growing keener, she has to seek shelter in a 
more secluded spot, so with the white doe for company, she 
journeys 
‘“Up to another cottage, hidden 
7 In the deep fork of Amerdale.” 
As time passed on the bitterness of her enemies became less, and 
she was able to visit her old home, accompanied by the white 
doe, and listen to the bells of Rylstone Church. Qne of those 
bells had been placed there by her grandfather, having upon it 
this motto, ‘‘ God us ayde,” and the sound of those bells lifted 
her thoughts to heaven and the loved ones who were there. 
The concluding scene of the poem is when Emily, having 
outlived persecution, was able to go to Bolton Abbey by moon- 
light accompanied by the white doe, where the poet describes her 
sitting on the lonely grave of her brother Francis. His task is 
now done, for he has shown us a wounded spirit ‘‘ by sorrow 
lifted towards her God.” Her aiter life was one of kindness to 
others, for having been a sufferer she felt for others, and followed 
by her white doe, she was welcomed into every home where 
sorrow had taken up its abode. 
Doubtless her body was carried to Rylstone Church and 
buried in the family vault beside her mother, and for many long 
years the peasants of Wharfedale remembered her, and told their 
