ed the magistrate to allow her to go and state
the case to some government officer; she even wrote a letter to the
queen's sister, who was civil, but afraid to interfere in their behalf.
"The day," she says, "wore heavily away, and another dreadful night was
before me. I endeavored to soften the feelings of the guard, by giving
them tea and segars for the night; so that they allowed me to remain
inside my room, without threatening as they did the night before." But,
haunted by the idea of her dear husband's tortures, which she was
neither permitted to share nor alleviate, she of course passed another
night of anguish.

The next day she sent a message to the governor of the city, to allow
her to visit him with a present. This was successful, and the guards had
orders to permit her to go into town. She was pleasantly received,
stated the situation of the teachers, and assured the governor that
being not Englishmen but Americans, they had nothing to do with the war.
She was referred to a head officer with whom she might consult as to the
means of making the prisoners more comfortable; _but their release was
out of the question_. The first sight of this officer, whose face
exhibited the working of every evil passion, inspired her with dread,
but he was the only one who could assist her. "He took me aside, and
endeavored to convince me that myself, as well as the prisoners, was
entirely at his disposal--that our future comfort must depend on my
liberality in regard to presents--and that these must be made in a
private way, and unknown to any officer of government! What must I do,
said I, to obtain a mitigation of the sufferings of the two teachers?
'Pay to me,' said he, 'two hundred tickals, (about a hundred dollars,)
two pieces of fine cloth, and two pieces of handkerchiefs.' At length
however he consented to take what money she had about her, which was a
considerable sum, and promised to relieve the teachers from their most
painful situation. She goes on:

"I then procured an order from the governor for my admittance into the
prison, but the sensation produced by meeting my husband in that
_wretched, horrid_ situation, and the scene that ensued, I shall not
attempt to describe. He crawled to the door of the prison--for I was
never allowed to enter--gave me some directions relative to his release;
but before we could make any arrangement, I was ordered to depart by
those iron-hearted jailers, who could not endure to see us