ny feeling favourable towards me.

Three weeks elapsed, and I was wearied of confinement. My gaoler told
me that he feared my case was a bad one; and after another week had
passed, he said that I was condemned as aiding and abetting treason. I
must say that I little expected this result, and it quite overthrew
me. I asked my gaoler what was his authority. He said that so many
people had assisted and effected the escape of the rebels without one
having been convicted of having so done except myself, on my own
avowal, that they deemed it absolutely necessary that an example
should be made, to deter others from aiding those who were still
secreted in the country; and that in consequence it had been decided
by the Privy Council that I should be made an example of. He told me
much more which I need not repeat, except that it proved the malignant
feeling that was indulged by the powers in authority against those who
had assisted their defeated opponents, and I felt that I had no
chance, and prepared my mind to meet my fate.

Alas, my dear Madam, I was but ill-prepared to die,--not that I feared
death, but I feared what must be my condition after death. I had lived
a reckless, lawless life, without fear of God or man; all the
religious feelings which had been instilled into me by my good tutor
(you know my family history, and I need say no more) during my youth,
had been gradually sapped away by the loose companionship which I had
held since the time that I quitted my father's house; and when I heard
that I was to die, my mind was in a state of great disquiet and
uncomfortable feeling. I wished to review my life, and examine myself,
but I hardly knew where to begin.

All was chaos and confusion. I could remember many bad actions, but
few good ones. I felt that I was like a vessel without a rudder, and
without a pilot; and after hours and hours of deep thought, I would
give up the task of examination in stern despair, saying to myself,
"Well, if it must be so, it must." I felt an inclination to defy that
Heaven which I felt would never be opened to me. This was the case for
more than a week after I heard of my condemnation, until I began to
reflect upon the nature of our creed, and the terms of salvation which
were offered; and, as I thought over them, I felt a dawn of hope, and
I requested the gaoler to furnish me with a Bible. I read it day and
night, for I expected every morning to be summoned to execution. I
felt almost