nsation became suspended; his eyes
rolled up and fixed. Sometimes a partial revival would take place, when
he would fall into incoherent muttering, calling on the names of his
deceased father, his mother and Melissa; his voice dying away in
imperfect moanings, till his lips continued to move without sound.
Towards night he lay silent, and only continued to breathe with
difficulty, till a slight convulsion gave the freed spirit to the
unknown regions of immaterial existence. Alonzo followed his remains to
the grave: a natural stone was placed at its head, on which Alonzo,
unobserved, carved the initials of the deceased's name, with the date of
his death, and left him to moulder with his native dust.

A few days after this event, Jack Brown informed Alonzo that he had
procured the means of his escape. "A person with whom I am acquainted,
said he, and whom I suppose to be a smuggler, has agreed to carry you to
France. There, by application to the American minister, you will be
enabled to get to your own country, if that is your object. About
midnight I will pilot you on board, and by to-morrow's sun you may be in
France."

At the time appointed, Jack set out bearing a large trunk on his
shoulder, and directed Alonzo to follow him. They proceeded down to a
quay, and went on board a small skiff. "Here, said Jack to the captain,
is the gentleman I spoke to you about," and delivered him the trunk.
Then taking Alonzo aside, "in that trunk, said he, are a few changes of
linen, and here is something to help you till you can help yourself."
So saying, he slipped ten guineas into his hand. Alonzo expressed his
gratitude with tears. "Say nothing, said Jack, we were born to help each
other in distress, and may Jack never weather a storm or splice a rope,
if he permits a fellow creature to suffer with want while he has a
luncheon on board." He then shook Alonzo by the hand, wishing him a good
voyage, and went whistling away. The skiff soon sailed, and the next
morning Alonzo was landed in France. Alonzo proceeded immediately to
Paris, not with a view of returning to America; he had yet no relish for
revisiting the land of his sorrows, the scenes where at every step his
heart must bleed afresh, though to bleed it had never ceased. But he was
friendless in a strange land: perhaps, through the aid of the American
minister, Dr. Franklin, to whose fame Alonzo was no stranger, he might
be placed in a situation to procure bread, which was a