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"Whatever harmonies of law / The growing world assume, / Thy work is Thine. The single note / From that deep chord which Hampden smote / Will vibrate to the doom." / --Tennyson.
By the time they approached Magdalene Bridge the twilight had faded into darkness, but the stars shone brightly in the frosty atmosphere, and the snowy ground glimmered white through the pervading gloom. Some temporary fortifications, not of a very effective order, had lately been made to protect the bridge, and a strict guard was kept. It was the endeavour to pass through at this late hour of the afternoon which was like to prove their greatest peril.