74 LETTERS. 
morning lours, and all my hope of worldly joy 
is fled far from me. On Tuesday morning, the 
18th inst., the dreadful sentence of Death was 
pronounced upon me ; to which (being the just 
decree of that Divine Providence who first gave 
me breath) I bow my devoted head, with that 
fortitude, cheerfulness, and resignation which is 
the duty of every member of the Church of our 
blessed Saviour and Redeemer Christ Jesus. To 
Him alone I now look up for succour, in full 
hope, that perhaps a few days more will open to 
the view of my astonished and fearful soul His 
kingdom of eternal and incomprehensible bliss, 
prepared only for the righteous of heart. I have 
not been found guilty of the slightest act of the 
detestable crime of mutiny, but am doomed to 
die for not being active in my endeavour to sup- 
press it. Could the evidences who appeared in 
the court-martial be tried, they would also suffer 
for the same and only crime of which I have 
been guilty. But I am to be the victim. Alas! 
my youthful inexperience, and no depravity of 
will, is the sole cause to which I can attribute 
my misfortunes. But so far from repining at 
my fate, I receive it with a dreadful kind of joy, 
composure, and serenity of mind, well assured 
that it has pleased God to point me out as a sub- 
ject through whom some greatly useful, though, 
at present, unsearchable intention of the Divine 
attributes may be carried into execution for the 
future benefit of my country. Then why should 
I repine at being made a sacrifice for the good 
of perhaps thousands of my fellow-creatures? 
Forbid it, heaven ! Why should I be sorry to 
