He made a thousand resolutions as to reading, writing, and employment for his mind.

He attempted to learn whole pages by rote, and to fatigue himself to rest by exercise of his memory.

But his memory would not work; his mind would continue idle; he was impotent over his own faculties.

Oh, if he could only sleep while these horrid weeks were passing over him! All hope of regaining his situation had of course passed from him, all hope of employment in England.

Emigration must now be his lot; and hers also, and the lot of that young one that was already born to them, and of that other one who was, alas! now coming to the world, whose fate it would be first to see the light under the walls of its father's prison .-- Yes, they must emigrate .-- But there was nothing so very terrible in that.