His purpose was chain-shot destruction.

So easily may the deadliest foe--so he be but dexterous--slide, undreamed of, into human harbors or hearts.

And not awakened conscience, but mere prudence, restrain such, if they vanish again without doing harm.

At daybreak no soul in Carrickfergus knew that the devil, in a Scotch bonnet, had passed close that way over night.
Seldom has regicidal daring been more strangely coupled with octogenarian prudence, than in many of the predatory enterprises of Paul.

It is this combination of apparent incompatibilities which ranks him among extraordinary warriors.
Ere daylight, the storm of the night blew over.