They were alluding to an autograph letter which had been addressed to Mr. Quirk by Grizzlegut, (who had been executed for high treason a few weeks before,) the night before he suffered. He was a blood-stained scoundrel of the deepest dye, and ought to have been hanged and quartered half a dozen times. "Will you read it aloud, Mr. Hug?" inquired Miss Quirk; and the barrister, with solemn emphasis, read the following remarkable document:-- "_Condemned Cell, Newgate,_ _Sunday night, half-past 11 o'clock,_ _30th April, 18--._ "SIR, "At this awful moment, when this world is closing rapidly upon me and my fellow-sufferers, and the sounds of the wretches putting up the Grim Gallows are audible to my listening ears, and on the morrow the most horrible death that _malicious tyrants_ can inflict awaits me, my soul being calm and full of fortitude, and beating responsive to the call of GLORIOUS LIBERTY, I feel prouder than the King upon his throne. I feel that I have done much to secure the liberties of my _injured country_. 'For Liberty, glorious Liberty, Who 'd fear to die?' Many thanks to you, sir, for your truly indefatigable efforts on my behalf, and the constant exercise of a skill that nearly secured us a _Glorious Acquittal_. What a Flame we would have raised in England! That should have _blasted_ the enemies of True Freedom. I go to Hereafter (if, indeed, there be a hereafter), as we shall soon know, not with my soul _crammed with Priestcraft_, but a Bold Briton, having laid down my life for my country, knowing that _Future Ages_ will do me Justice. "Adieu, Tyrants, adieu! Do your worst!! My soul defies you!!! "I am, Sir, "Your humble, obliged, and "undismayed servant, "ARTHUR GRIZZLEGUT "To CALEB QUIRK, ESQ. "'Tyrants grim, Will, on the morrow, cut me limb from limb:-- While Liberty looks on with terrible eye, And says, _I will avenge him by-and-by_.' "ARTHUR GRIZZLEGUT."