that he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left england, he of course knew now. that perils had thickened about him fast, and might thicken faster and faster yet, he of course knew now. he could not but admit to himself that he might not have made this journey, if he could have foreseen the events of a few days. and yet his misgivings were not so dark as, imagined by the light of this later time, they would appear. troubled as the future was, it was the unknown future, and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope. the horrible massacre, days and nights long, which, within a few rounds of the clock, was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest, was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away. the "sharp female newly-born, and called la guillotine," was hardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. the frightful deeds that were to be soon done, were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. how could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind?