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Hoping against hope, the young round The

violence of his sufferings seemed to abate and leave hihts wandered to all he loved upon earth, but the respite

was of short duration Soon the agony he endured drew fro martyrdoh he were being devoured by flah his veins

He writhed in convulsions, beat his breast, and in heart-rending accents

called upon God for help But nothing relieved his horrible sufferings

He filled the air with his groans and screams, he beat the door with blind

fury, tore the flesh fro in his prison-walls, and ran froer had driven him mad

At last, exhausted and convinced that there was no escape, that he ony, he threw hiround, bowed

his head and joined his hands in prayer, begging for resignation to meet

the death which would end his cruel martyrdom His mind now appeared

clear, and he was perfectly conscious, for after a while he shed a torrent

of tears His lips rees his words beca his eye in the darkness