His sisters could not restrain their tears, on looking at the wreck that was before them; and his mother, with a voice of deep anguish, exclaimed-- "My brave, my beautiful boy, what, oh, what has become of you?
Oh, Tom, Tom," she added--"maybe it's well for you that you don't know the breakin' hearts that's about you this night--or the bitter fate that's over him that loved you so well." As they turned him about, to take off his cravat, he suddenly raised his head, and looking about him, asked-- "Where's my father gone ?--I see you all about me but him--where's my fath--" Ere the words were pronounced, however, he was once more asleep, and free for a time from the wild and moody malady which oppressed him.
Such was the night, and such were the circumstances and feelings that ushered in the fearful day of Condy Dalton's trial..