The unfortunate lady was cut to the heart by this usage, and fainted in
the street, from whence she was conveyed to a public-house by the charity
of some passengers. She afterwards attempted to soften the barbarity of
her father by repeated letters, and by interesting some of his friends to
intercede with him in her behalf; but all her endeavours proving
ineffectual, she accompanied her husband to the prison of the King's
Bench, where she must have felt, in the severest manner, the fatal
reverse of circumstance to which she was exposed.

"The captain being disabled from going to sea, was superseded, and he saw
all his hopes blasted in the midst of an active war, at a time when he
had the fairest prospects of fame and fortune. He saw himself reduced to
extreme poverty, cooped up with the tender partner of his heart in a
wretched hovel, amidst the refuse of mankind, and on the brink of wanting
the common necessaries of life. The mind of man is ever ingenious in
finding resources. He comforted his lady with vain hopes of having
friends who would effect his deliverance, and repeated assurances of this
kind so long, that he at length began to think they were not altogether
void of foundation.

"Mrs. Clewline, from a principle of duty, recollected all her fortitude,
that she might not only bear her fate with patience, but even contribute
to alleviate the woes of her husband, whom her affection had ruined. She
affected to believe the suggestions of his pretended hope; she
interchanged with him assurances of better fortune; her appearance
exhibited a calm, while her heart was torn with anguish. She assisted
him in writing letters to former friends, the last consolation of the
wretched prisoner; she delivered these letters with her own hand, and
underwent a thousand mortifying repulses, the most shocking circumstances
of which she concealed from her husband. She performed all the menial
offices in her own little family, which was maintained by pawning her
apparel; and both the husband and wife, in some measure, sweetened their
cares by prattling and toying with their charming little boy, on whom
they doated with an enthusiasm of fondness. Yet even this pleasure was
mingled with the most tender and melancholy regret. I have seen the
mother hang over him, with the most affecting expression of this kind in
her aspect, the tears contending with the smiles upon her countenance,
while she exclaimed, 'Alas! my poor prisoner, l