He was hooted and jeered by the multitude, and obliged to take ignominious shelter in a cab.
Strange as it may seem, my last night in Newgate was one of profound repose.

I was wearied, exhausted; and spent nature claimed an interval of rest.

For a few minutes I lay in my hammock, listening to the faint sound of distant voices and footsteps.

Memory and fancy were inert; only the senses were faintly alive.

Consciousness gradually contracted to a dim vision of the narrow cell, then to a haze, in which the gaslight shone like a star, and finally died out.