Behind the Scenes.
calm, and I believe that I could then have for
given everything for the sake of one kind word.
But the kind word was not proffered, and it
may be possible that I grew somewhat wayward
and sullen. Though I had faults, I know now,
as I felt then, harshness was the poorest induce¬
ment for the correction of them. It seems that
Mr. Bingham had pledged himself to Mrs. Bur¬
well to subdue what he called my " stubborn
pride." On Friday following the Saturday on
which I was so savagely beaten, Mr. Bingham
again directed me to come to his study. I
went, but with the determination to offer re¬
sistance should he attempt to flog me again.
On entering the room I found him prepared with
a new rope and a new cowhide.^ ^I_-i°-M_JlJm
that I was_ready to die, but that he ennld n/it
conquer me. In struggling with him I bit his
finger severely, when he seized a heavy sti^fr and
keat me with it in a shameful manner. Again