He saw clearly that his final hour was inevitably come.

He summoned all his resolution, and composed his mind, as far as the circumstances would admit, to bid an eternal farewell to all he held most dear....

His thought was ultimately fixed on a happier state of existence, ...

the bitterness of death, even of that death which is accompanied with the keenest agonies, was in a manner past, ...

when a French officer rushed through the crowd, opened a way by scattering the burning brands, and unbound the victim." The officer was no other than the redoubtable partizan, Marin, who exerted a wonderful influence over his savage company.