Respited from death and danger, he would atone for it by penitence and honest works.

Kate Allen should be his solace, and there would be young and lovely children smiling around his board.

Such were the natural dreams of the young and sanguine exile.
"But who shall ride from his destiny ?" saith the proverb.

The wing of the bird is no security against the shaft of the fowler, and the helmet and the shield keep not away the draught that is poisoned.

He who wears the greaves, the gorget, and the coat-of-mail, holds defiance to the storm of battle; but he drinks and dies in the hall of banqueting.