extravagance of
despair, said things relating to fate and destiny, which, on a less
occasion, could have little merited forgiveness.

Unable either to remove from the place, or view distinctly what their
eyes were fixed upon, they stayed till the whole cavalcade was passed,
then went down and threw themselves upon the floor, where their ears
were deafen'd by the noise of guns, loud huzza's, and other testimonies
of popular rejoicings, both within and without the prison walls.--What
have we now to expect? cried one,--endless slavery:--chains, infamy,
lasting as our lives, replied another. Then let us dye, added a third.
Right, said his companion feircely;--the glory of Sweden is lost!--Let
us disappoint these barbarians, these Russian monsters, of the pleasure
of insulting us on our country's fall.

In this romantic and distracted manner did they in vain endeavour to
discharge their breasts of the load of anguish each sustained.--Their
misfortune was not of a nature to be alleviated by words;--it was too
mighty for expression; and the more they spoke, the more they had yet to
say.--For three whole days they refused the wretched sustenance brought
to them; neither did the least slumber ever close their eyelids by
night: on the fourth the keeper of the prison came, and told them they
must depart.---They endeavoured not to inform themselves how or where
they were to be disposed of; in their present condition all places were
alike to them, so followed him, without speaking, down stairs, at the
bottom of which they found a strong guard of thirty soldiers, who having
chained them in a link, like slaves going to be sold at the market,
conducted them to a very stately palace adjoining to that belonging
to the czar.

They were but eight in number, out of fifty-five who had been taken
prisoners at the time Horatio was, and were thrown altogether in the
dungeon, the others having perished thro' cold and the noysomeness of
the place, before Edella had procured them a more easy situation; but
these eight that survived were all officers, and most of them men of
distinguished birth as well as valour, tho' their long imprisonment,
scanty food, and more than all, the grief they at present laboured under
made them look rather like ghosts, than men chose out of thousands to
fight always near the king of Sweden's person in every
hazardous attempt.

They were placed in a stately gallery, and there left, while the
officer, who commanded