She wept, and Asaad sympathized with her, and turned his back on the home of his childhood, weeping and praying aloud.
He was first taken to the convent of Alma, and then to Canobeen.
That convent, where he was destined to wear out the miserable remainder of his life, was in one of the wildest and least accessible recesses of Lebanon.
More than a mouth passed without intelligence, when the Mission received reliable information, that Asaad was in prison, and in chains, and that he was beaten a certain number of stripes daily.

A cousin was afterwards permitted to visit him, and reported that he found him sitting on the bare floor, his bed having been taken from him, with a heavy chain around his neck, the other end of which was fastened to the wall.

He had also been deprived of all his books and writing utensils.

Fruitless efforts were made to effect his deliverance, and his family at last relented, and joined in the efforts.

The mother accompanied one of the older sons to Canobeen, and found him in chains, which she had not been willing to believe till she saw it for herself.