to prepare to leave Ireland before daylight the next morning. What now was to be their fate? Where were they to go? No one knew. All was mystery. Fortunately by the jailer's wife, Emmet was able to send word to his family. It was evening when his sister came to the prison to be folded once more in her brother's arms,—an embrace that was to be their last!

It was late at night when she tore herself away. In the streets she stood alone, with a heart ready to break. But the courage and affection of woman shine forth most in danger. She instantly took a carriage, and drove to the residence of the Lord Lieutenant. With no introduction, she immediately presented herself. She found Lord Cornwallis alone with his wife. Respectfully, but with an earnestness of affection which belongs only to woman, she begged to know what was to become of her brother. Where was he to go? Into exile, or to the scaffold? The heart of Cornwallis was as humane as it was brave. The sight of a beautiful woman pleading for her brother was too much for the heart of a soldier. He wept. His lady wept also. In the kindest voice they spoke to Miss Emmet and calmed her fears. The Lord Lieutenant said he would tell her all he could, consistently with his duty. The place to which her brother was to be conveyed, he was not at liberty to disclose. But of this she might be sure. No harm should occur to him. News had come that the French were about to make a descent on Ireland, and the prisoners were to be removed to a place of safety. But they should be treated with entire kindness.

The next morning, when the sun rose, they were all on

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board ship, twenty in number, gliding' away from the green shores of that island,-associated in their minds with so much sorrow, and yet remembered with so much affection. Sadly they turned to gaze at those receding shores, not knowing to what other land they were bound. But soon the Highlands of Scotland rose in sight.

They entered the Clyde, and landed at Greenock. The prisoners were transported to Fort George on the northeastern coast of Scotland. Here was to be their home for three years.

The change was in every respect for the better. The commander of this fortress was Col. Stuart, an invalid officer, who had served abroad, and who with the generosity of a brave man, did every thing to relieve the weariness of their situation. When they came he told them that he should treat them as gentlemen, and he did so— and more. He was a father to them. Whenever they wished to go beyond the limits of the fort, he instantly gave permission, saying, “Go, I rely entirely upon your honor," a reliance which was more effectual than a guard of soldiers. It was a favorite amusement to bathe in the sea. American and other foreign vessels were frequently passing near the shore, and it were an easy matter to swim off to one and escape. But no one dreamed of taking such advantage of the brave old soldier who had granted them this privilege. "As soon," said Mr. Emmet, "would we

have committed suicide."

Their prison life was on the whole quite happy. Mrs. Emmet was permitted to join her husband, bringing their children with her. The prisoners were supplied with

books, and began regular courses of reading and study. Emmet pursued Mathematics for many months. He afterward began a critical study of Shakspeare. He did not touch a law book for the whole three years. Much of his time was occupied in teaching his children. McNeven assisted by giving them instruction in French, with which, from his long residence in Prague and Vienna, he was perfectly familiar. Mrs. Emmet made the acquaintance of families in the neighborhood, and when she went to pay them visits, Mr. Emmet was permitted to accompany her. Indeed they seemed to be on the best terms with every body. The conduct of Col. Stuart gave tone to that of the garrison, so that officers and privates all treated them with respect and kindness. These state-prisoners had passed through stormy scenes. The rugged soldiers who guarded them were men whose business was war. yet now all seemed to have been transported to a valley of peace, from which every bad passion was excluded.

And

At length the sound of war which had so long reverberated across the continent ceased. Cities illuminated, shouting and feasting, and ringing bells, proclaimed that France and England were at peace. Then, in that moment of universal joy, there came to the Highlands a message for the liberation of the Irish state-prisoners.

The hour at last had come. They were free. There, off the shore, lay an English frigate that was to take them away. The garrison marched out and escorted them down to the beach with waving banners and joyful acclamations. But when they came to say the last word, it was hard to

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part. Their eyes were full as they took the hand of the brave old governor, who had been a father to them in their captivity. And as the boat bounded over the waters, they continued to wave their silent, sad farewell.

CHAPTER XXVI.

SAMPSON IS LIBERATED FROM PRISON ON CONDITION OF GOING INTO EXILE.— SAILS FOR PORTUGAL.-SHIPWRECKED.— -REACHES OPORTO.-IS SEIZED AND IMPRISONED.-SENT TO LISBON.-THROWN INTO THE DUNGEONS OF THE INQUISITION.-IS SENT TO BOURDEAUX.--RESIDENCE IN PARIS.-HAPPIER DAYS.

THE fate of Sampson was still more remarkable. From the day that he was thrown into prison, his constant demand had been for a trial, As he had taken no part in the plots against the government-as he was not even a United Irishman-he knew nothing could be proved against him. Probably the government knew so too, and did not care to bring to trial one whose acquittal would cover them with confusion. When the agreement with the government was proposed, he had no personal interest in it whatever, for his life was in no danger. But with the generosity which made a part of his character, he instantly sacrificed himself to save the lives of others. He engaged to go into exile, on condition that the military executions, which were decimating his countrymen, should cease. As his health was declining in prison, he was released before the others on condition of going to Portugal. He embarked, and three days after was shipwrecked on the coast of Wales. Here he found himself an object of