But nothing relieved his horrible sufferings.
He filled the air with his groans and screams, he beat the door with blind fury, tore the flesh from his fingers in his useless efforts to make an opening in his prison-walls, and ran from side to side as though the pangs of hunger had driven him mad.
At last, exhausted and convinced that there was no escape, that he must soon enter into his last agony, he threw himself upon the ground, bowed his head and joined his hands in prayer, begging for resignation to meet the death which would end his cruel martyrdom.

His mind now appeared clear, and he was perfectly conscious, for after a while he shed a torrent of tears.

His lips moved, giving utterance to confused sounds, but by degrees his words became more distinct, and fixing his eye in the darkness on the spot where he knew the grave had been dug, he said: "No more hope! All is over.

I must die! The grave yawns to receive me.
Alas! what a place for my mortal remains! Forgotten, unknown, concealed by the darkness of a horrible crime! Not a tear will fall upon the tomb of the unfortunate victim; not a cross will mark the spot where I lie; not a prayer will be whispered over my body! Death approaches.

Ah! I must not thus cling to life; I will pray and lift my hands in supplication to God.
He alone--" He stopped under the influence of a sudden emotion.
"Heavens! did I not hear a noise ?" He listened breathlessly for a time to catch the indistinct sound he thought he had heard; but he was mistaken.
"Why should I hope, when hope is no longer possible?
Let me rather seek strength in the consideration of the better life which awaits me.