Chapter 16 No.16

The captives went

To their own places, to their separate glooms,

Uncheered by glance, or hand, or hope, to brood

On those impossible glories of the past,

When they might touch the grass, and see the sky,

And do the works of men. But manly work

Is sometimes in a prison.-S. M. Queen Isabel

'Commutation of punishment, to penal ser