r, had

then so strongly pleaded for permission to remain and assure

himself that his son-in-law was, through no malice or mischance,

delivered to the concourse whose murderous yells outside the gate

had often drowned the proceedings, that he had obtained the

permission, and had remained in that Hall of Blood until the

danger was over.

The sights he had seen there, with brief snatches of food and

sleep by intervals, shall remain untold. The mad joy over the

prisoners who were saved, had astounded him scarcely less than

the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces. One

prisoner there was, he said, who had been discharged into the

street free, but at whom a mistaken savage had thrust a pike as he

passed out. Being besought to go to him and dress the wound, the

Doctor had passed out at the same gate, and found him in the

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arms of a company of Samaritans, who were seated on the bodies

of their victims. With an inconsistency as monstrous as anything in

this awful nightmare, they had helped the healer, and tended the

wounded man with the gentlest solicitudehad made a litter for

him and escorted him carefully from the spothad then caught up

their weapons and plunged anew into a butchery so dreadful, that

the Doctor had covered his eyes with his hands, and swooned

away in the midst of it.

As Mr. Lorry received these confidences, and as he watched the

face of his friend