Father.—What is the period of your imprisonment?
Stephen.—One year. I think I have seen you before. What is your name, sir?
Father.—H——d.
Stephen.—Where do you reside?
Father.—In Charleston, South Carolina.
Stephen.—Ah! The dearest associations of my life are connected with two students bearing your name, who were from Charleston.
Father.—My wife and children: I think the keeper has directed us to the Lunatic Asylum, instead of the abode of convicts. Let us go and ask the keeper to show us to the prison.
Stephen.—Stop, sir. I now most positively discern the relics of your early features. Were you a student at Cambridge in 1835?
Father.—I was.
Stephen.—And your brother also, who was rescued from a watery grave in Boston Harbor?