. Hans of Iceland . aw a kind of frame of red wood, wliich three menwere building. I turned away my head with to the carriage there was a woman who said to achild, Now, look! the axe slides badly; they aregoing to grease the slide with a candle-end. They are probably doing the same now. Eleven oclockhas just struck. No doubt they are greasing the slide. Oh, unhappy creature! tliis time I shall not turn awaymy head. TWENTY-EIGHTH PAPEE. OH for a pardon ! My reprieve ! Perhaps I shall bepardoned. The King has no dislike to me. I wishto see my lawyer! He was right, and I should pref
. Hans of Iceland . aw a kind of frame of red wood, wliich three menwere building. I turned away my head with to the carriage there was a woman who said to achild, Now, look! the axe slides badly; they aregoing to grease the slide with a candle-end. They are probably doing the same now. Eleven oclockhas just struck. No doubt they are greasing the slide. Oh, unhappy creature! tliis time I shall not turn awaymy head. TWENTY-EIGHTH PAPEE. OH for a pardon ! My reprieve ! Perhaps I shall bepardoned. The King has no dislike to me. I wishto see my lawyer! He was right, and I should prefer thegalleys. Five years of the galleys, — nay, twenty years,or even the galleys for life. Yes, and to be branded withletters ! But it would let me have a reprieve of my life !A galley-slave can move, come and go, and see the sun-shine. Oh! I must see my lawyer; he shall discover some newplea to urge in mitigation of my sentence. The Priest and the Condemned — From drawing by J. F. OF A CONDEMNED. 277 How can I thus write when every point of his eloquencehas already failed, and been unanswerably refuted! TWENTY-NINTH PAPER. THE Priest returned. He has white hair, a very gentlelook, a good and respectable countenance, and is acharitable man. This morning I saw him empty his purseinto the hands of the prisoners. Whence is it then thathis voice causes no emotion, and he does not ever seemaffected by his own theme ? Whence is it that he has asyet said nothing which has won on my intellect or myheart ? This morning I was bewildered ; I scarcely heard whathe said; his words seemed to me useless, and I remainedindifferent; they glided away like those drops of rain offthe window-panes of my cell. Nevertheless, when he came just now to my room, hisappearance did me good. Amongst all mankind he is theonly one who is still a brother for me, I reflected; and Ifelt an ardent thirst for good and consoling words. When he was seated on the chair, and I on th
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