. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art. ll the readi-ness of a trained sporting dog. I neverknew that rat to steal a crumb, or refuse tomake a meal of anything I gave him. It hadbeen concluded to have me shot, which, to-gether with my high standing in both politi-cal and military life, prompted my jailors tohave me pampered with every conceivableluxury except light; but at meals a lamp wasfurnished, and after eight weeks of darkness,the lamp was added to the list of indulgen-cies Tommy liked his toddy as
. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art. ll the readi-ness of a trained sporting dog. I neverknew that rat to steal a crumb, or refuse tomake a meal of anything I gave him. It hadbeen concluded to have me shot, which, to-gether with my high standing in both politi-cal and military life, prompted my jailors tohave me pampered with every conceivableluxury except light; but at meals a lamp wasfurnished, and after eight weeks of darkness,the lamp was added to the list of indulgen-cies Tommy liked his toddy as well as he didhis water. He would drink claret, cham-pagne, beer or coflee, in fact anything I gavehim, and the citizens of the place, in sym-pathy with my cause, kept me supplied inprofusion. When at last, the acquisition of the lamppermitted me to read ma ter smuggled inby my friends, inside of loaves of bread. Tommy would sit or lie quietly by, as if he-xpected every moment to be called in coun-cil upon the information contained. He per-lectly worshiped me. When he took hisbit of food off the fork as I reached it to him,. he looked too grateful for description; hefairly fpoke by his looks. I was severely illduring a certain spell of the imprisonment,and Tommj looked as disconsolate as heapparently felt. I never knew him to budge,whenever a fitful slumber overtook me,during my illness. At last, at the end of theeleventh week of my confinement. Tommyuttered a loud scream—it was the first utter-ance of his voice during the entire elevenweeks—and he was gone from my side!Ten minutes after, I was free! Partisans had broken in by the roof, ropeswere lowered, which I fastened under myaims, I was hoisted up and lowered down,into the arms of 800 horsemen—but my ratcompanion was never more seen!— Here we • have an example of affection,disinterested love, symputhj; and, in short,innumerable traits of virtue and self sacrificewere displayed for an object who wasa stranger to
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