It was evident something within him had died.

However, he went back the next day, and left the prison the second time in the midst of public rejoicings never surpassed on any occasion in his life.

His addresses on that day, and subsequently while in town, were not such as they were wont to be; and he soon retired to his wild mountain home to invigorate a mind and body, borne down by gigantic labours, fearful responsibilities, some alarms, and perhaps a chilling sense of defeat and weakness.

His health was soon restored, but his political vigour never.

The first time his voice was heard from that retreat, it was to recommend a compromise; and, for the first time, his advice was openly opposed.