In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;--in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild." Hastening from this heart-rending spectacle, Jack soon reached the grating that divided the men's compartment from that appropriated to the women.

Inquiring for Mrs.Sheppard, a matron offered to conduct him to her cell.
"You'll find her quiet enough to-day, Sir," observed the woman, as they walked along; "but she has been very outrageous latterly.

Her nurse says she may live some time; but she seems to me to be sinking fast." "Heaven help her!" sighed Jack.

"I hope not." "Her release would be a mercy," pursued the matron.

"Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery." As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded.
"They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged.