Written in a hand that was evidently foreign, for the mistakes in the orthography were many, was the following curious communication: "My Dear Lydia: "Perhaps you may never get this letter--the last I shall ever be able to send you.

Indeed, I run great risks in sending it.

Ah! you do not know the awful disaster that has happened to me, all the terrors and the tortures I endure.

But no one can assist me, and I am now looking forward to the time when it will all be over.

Do you recollect our old peaceful days in the garden at Chichester?
I think of them always, always, and compare that sweet peace of the past with my own terrible sufferings of to-day.