mortal sorry that he's in
for't, by looking a'ter me.' Now do you know your own name?"

"I certainly do not," replied I.

"Well, did you ever hear of one who went by the name of Phil Maddox?"

"I never did," replied I; "and I am glad that Ogle has disclosed so much."

"Well, I never before met with a man who didn't know his own name, or had
the face to say so, and expect to be believed; but never mind, you are
right to be cautious, with the halter looking you in the face."

"O God! O God!" exclaimed I, throwing myself on the bedstead, and
covering up my face, "give me strength to bear even that, if so it
must be."

The gaoler looked at me for a time. "I don't know what to make of
him--he puzzles me quite, certainly. Yet it's no mistake."

"It is a mistake," replied I, rising; "but whether the mistake will be
found out until too late, is another point. However, it is of little
consequence. What have I to live for,--unless to find out who is my
father?"

"Find out your father! what's in the wind now? well, it beats my
comprehension altogether. But did not you say you wished me to get
you something?"

"Yes," replied I; and I gave him some money, with directions to
purchase me implements for writing, some scented wax, a tooth-brush,
and tooth-powder, eau de cologne, hair-brush and comb, razors, small
looking-glass, and various implements for my toilet.

"This is a rum world," said the man, repeating what I asked for, as I
put two guineas in his hand. "I've purchased many a article for a
prisoner, but never heard of such rattletraps afore; however, that be
all the same. You will have them, though what _ho de colum_ is I can't
tell, nor dang me if I shall recollect--not poison, be it, for that is
not allowed in the prison?"

"No, no," replied I, indulging in momentary mirth at the idea; "you may
inquire, and you will find that it's only taken by ladies who are
troubled with the vapours." "Now I should ha' thought that you'd have
spent your money in the cookshop, which is so much more natural. However,
we all have our fancies;" so saying, he quitted the cell, and locked the
door.

Chapter LX

I am condemned to be hung by the neck until I am dead, and to go
out of the world without finding out who is my father--Afterwards
my innocence is made manifest and I am turned adrift a maniac in
the high road.

It may appear strange to the reader that I sent for the above-mentioned
articles,