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down his head, the light vanished from his countenance, and hope seemed to have forsaken him utterly.
‘Well,’ said he, with a deep sigh, ‘I suppose I must make up my mind to spend the remainder of my days in prison.’.
‘Thou wert not concerned in this robbery, wert thou?’
inquired Friend Hopper, looking earnestly in his face.
‘No, indeed I was not,’ he replied.
‘God be my witness, I want to lead an honest life, and be at peace with all men. But what good will that do me?
Everybody will say, he has been in the State Prison, and that is enough.’
His friend did not ask him twice; for he felt assured that he had spoken truly.
He advised him to go directly to the mayor, deliver himself up, and declare his innocence.
This wholesome advice was received with deep dejection.
He had lost faith in his fellow-men; for they had been to him as enemies.
‘I know what will come of it,’ said he. ‘They will put me in prison whether there is any proof against me, or not. They won't let me out without somebody will be security for me; and who will be security for an old convict?’
‘Keep up a good heart,’ replied Friend Hopper.
‘Go to the mayor and speak as I have advised thee.
If they talk of putting thee in prison, send for me.’
Patrick acted in obedience to this advice, and was
Boston, J. P. Jewett and Company; Cleveland, Ohio: Jewett, Proctor and Worthington; London; Low and Company, 1854.
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