There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance--how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer.

"O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished." He had now gained the high road.

The villagers were thronging to church.
Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment.

Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture.

Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper.
Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which his first crime had been committed.