Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire had no means of escape but in the swiftness of the
horses which bore him and his wife away. Pregnant as she was, she endured,
somehow or other, out of fear of the enemy and love of her husband, the
first part of the flight, but after a while, when she felt herself shaken
by its continuous speed, she implored to be rescued by an honourable death
from the shame of captivity. He at first embraced, cheered, and encouraged
her, now admiring her heroism, now |