“My motives are not interest,” or, “while ever there is a prospect of the disputes being settled I shall still be in hopes.”
Is the secret of these contradictions to be found in Smith’s sly, early hint:
“He has a connection in England which he is anxious to resume?”
And in Hynson’s own words to Isabella:
“My dear girl, if I have success I shall be able to receive you with open Arms.”
Certainly the King’s gift of a round sum in cash, a pension of £200 yearly, and, if Deane be right, a rank in the English navy, placed that consummation well within his reach, while his ensuing desertion of the stirring life that his soul had loved and retirement into country solitude pointed strongly toward a master motive satisfied. Samson was shorn and drawn into paths of inglorious peace. “God knows what he does!” said a wondering witness. “He dwells with his wife in a little country house, a quarter of a mile out the town.”
KATHERINE PRENCE.
Evening Post, N. Y.