The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 282: what you’re looking at

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286 j MYSPERIES destined to relieve the captivity oft my father. As- suredly, the poor dumb man had been strongly worked upon, and no one who had witnessed the barbarous tyranny under which he’suffered, could have had a right to blame him for the revenge he had taken. Notwithstanding this, he sorely re- pented what he had done. Now that he was free he was still more unhappy than during the time of his slavery; he seemed to regret his chains, — The Grand Jury assembled one Tuesday, in the Lower Court, in the Old Bailey, to decide preli- minary the question whether there was any reason to pursve the accusation brought against my fae ther. Their deliberation did not occupy much time, and they gave a unanimous verdict, that my father should be tried before the judges in oe Old Court. The day of the definitive trial at length arrived. My father was unanimously declared guilty, and condemned to be hanged. He listened to his sentence, without © evincing the slightest emotion. Rehoboam, on the cons trary, uttered a hollow groan, and struck his — breast in despair. My father looked at him with a smile of pity. Poor madam! said he. Good- bye, Miss Susannah! The officer led him away, We returned to our lodgings in Farringdon- ‘ street. My agony had agaia reached its climax, i experienced a compiecte and general insensibility. All that I have related to you, Brian, did’not — cause me to shed a tear. Two days afterwards,I received a letter by an unknown messenger— ~ these were its contents; “I had calculated on making a lady of you, Susannah, but for that un a ; 7 ) > doe Cs , » oe 7 2 comicbooks. com Nee oes :