'This evening, after dusk, as I sat at my window, looking drearily out on the darkening waters, something was thrown from the door of my cell, and lighted at my feet. Picking up the object, I found it to be a London paper. The Halifax mail has arrived - I long for the hour when my cell is to be locked, and carefully hide my treasure till then. At last the chief mate has locked and bolted me up for the night. I light a candle, and with shaking hands spread forth my paper. Smith O'Brien has been found guilty, and sentenced to be drawn on a hurdle to the place of execution and hanged. The other trials pending.'