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eyes for confirmation of their suspicions. And savage croak along a range of cliffs. The there was whispering about things, that, though whole multitude stood stock-still at that carin themselves light as air, seemed now charged rion-sound. The guide said shudderingly, in with hideous import; and then arose sacred a low hurried voice, “See, see--that is her appeals to Heaven's eternal justice, horridly mantle”-and there indeed Margaret lay, all Iningled with oaths and curses; and all the in a heap, maimed, mangled, murdered, with crowd, springing to their feet, pronounced, a hundred gashes. The corpse seemed as if 6 that no other but he could be the murderer.” it had been baked in frost, and was embedded

It was remembered now, that for months in coagulated blood. Shreds and patches of past Margaret Burnside had often looked me- her dress, torn away from her bosom, belancholy—that her visits had been less fre-strewed the bushes-for many yards round quent to Moorside; and one person in the about, there had been the trampling of feet, crowd said, that a few weeks ago she had and a long lock of hair that had been torn come upon them suddenly in a retired place, from her temples, with the dews yet unmelted when Margaret was weeping bitterly, and Lu- on it, was lying upon a plant of broom, a little dovic tossing his arms, seemingly in wrath way from the corpse. The first to lift the and distraction. All agreed that of late he body from the horrid bed was Gilbert Adamhad led a disturbed and reckless life--and son. He had been long familiar with death that something dark and suspicious had hung in all its ghastliness, and all had now looked about him, wherever he went, as if he were to him-forgetting for the moment that he was haunted by an evil conscience. But did not the father of the murderer-to perform the strange men sometimes pass through the Moor task from which they recoiled in horror. -squalid mendicants, robber-like, from the far- Resting on one knee, he placed the corpse on off city--one by one, yet seemingly belonging the other—and who could have believed, that to the same gang-with bludgeons in their even the most violent and cruel death could hands-half-naked, and often drunken in their have wrought such a change on a face once hunger, as at the doors of lonesome houses so beautiful! All was distortion--and territhey demanded alms; or more like foot-pads ble it was to see the dim glazed eyes, fixedly than beggars, with stern gestures, rising up open, and the orbs insensible to the strong sun from the ditches on the way-side, stopped the that smote her face white as snow among the frightened women and children going upon streaks as if left by bloody fingers! Her throat errands, and thanklessly received pence from was all discoloured-and a silk handkerchief the poor? One of them must have been the twisted into a cord, that had manifestly been murderer! But then, again, the whole tide of used in the murder, was of a redder hue than suspicion would set in upon Ludovic—her when it had veiled her breast. No one knows lover; for the darker and more dreadful the what horror his eyes are able to look on, till guilt, the more welcome is it to the fears of they are tried. A circle of stupified gazers the imagination when its waking dreams are was drawn by a horrid fascination closer and floating in blood.

closer round the corpse and women stood A tall figure came forward from the porch, there holding children by the hands, and faintand all was silence when the congregation ed not, but observed the sight, and shuddered beheld the Father of the suspected criminal. without shrieking, and stood there all dumb as He stood still as a tree in a calm day--trunk, ghosts. But the body was now borne along limbs, moved not-and his gray head was un- by many hands--at first none knew in what covered. He then stretched out his arm, not direction, till many voices muttered, “ To Moorin an imploring, but in a commanding atti- side-to Moorside"--and in an hour it was tude, and essayed to speak; but his white lips laid on the bed in which Margaret Burnside quivered, and his tongue refused its office. At had so often slept with her beloved little Ann last, almost fiercely, he uttered, “ Who dares in her bosom. denounce my son ?" and like the growling The hand of some one had thrown a cloth thunder, the crowd cried, “ All-all-he is the over the corpse. The room was filled with peomurderer!” Some said that the old man ple--but all their power and capacity of horror smiled; but it could have been but a convul- had been exhausted-and the silence was now sion of the features-outraged nature's wrung- almost like that which attends a natural death, out and writhing expression of disdain, to when all the neighbours are assembled for the show how a father's love brooks the cruelty funeral. Alice, with little Ann beside her, of foolish falsehood and injustice.

kneeled at the bed, nor feared to lean her head Men, women, and children-all whom grief close to the covered corpse-sobbing out syllaand horror had not made helpless-moved bles that showed how passionately she prayed away towards the Moor--the woman who had and that she and her little niece--and, oh! seen the sight leading the way; for now her for that unhappy father-were delivering them. whole strength had returned to her, and she selves up into the hands of God. The father was drawn and driven by an irresistible pas- knelt not-neither did he sit down-nor move sion to look again at what had almost de- -nor groan-but stood at the foot of the bed, stroyed her judgment. Now they were miles with arms folded almost sternly--and with from the kirk, and over some brushwood, at eyes fixed on the sheet, in which there seemed the edge of a morass some distance from the to be neither ruth nor dread-but only an auscommon footpath, crows were seen diving and tere composure, which were it indeed but recareering in the air, and a raven flapping sud- signation to that dismal decree of Providence, denly out of the covert, sailed away with a had been most sublime--but who can see into the heart of a man either righteous or wicked, men who now held him by the arm; and all and know what may be passing there, breath- assembled then exclaimed, “Guilty, guiltyed from the gates of heaven or of hell! that one word will hang him! Oh, pity, pity, for

Soon as the body had been found, shepherds his father and poor sister-this will break their and herdsmen, fleet of foot as the deer, had set hearts !" Appalled, yet firm

Appalled, yet firm of foot, the prioff to scour the country far and wide, hill and soner forced his way into the house, and turnglen, mountain and morass, moor and wood, ing, in his confusion, into the chamber on the for the murderer. If he be on the face of the left, there he beheld the corpse of the murdered earth, and not self-plunged in despairing sui- on the bed for the sheet had been removed cide into some quagmire, he will be foundas yet not laid out, and disfigured and deformfor all the population of many districts are ed just as she had been found on the moor, in now afoot, and precipices are clomb till now the same misshapen heap of death! One long brushed but by the falcons. A figure, like that insane glare-one shriek, as if all his heartof a man, is seen by some of the hunters from strings at once had burst-and then down fell a hill-top, lying among the stones by the side the strong man on the floor like lead. One of a solitary loch. They separate, and descend trial was past which no human hardihood upon him, and then gathering in, they behold could endure-another, and yet another awaits the man whom they seek-Ludovic Adamson, him; but them he will bear as the guilty brave the murderer.

have often borne them, and the most searching His face is pale and haggard-yet flushed eye shall not see him quail at the bar or on as if by a fever centered in his heart. That the scaffold. is no dress for the Sabbath-day-soiled and They lifted the stricken wretch from the savage-looking and giving to the eyes that floor, placed him in a chair, and held him upsearch an assurance of guilt. He starts to his right, till he should revive from the fit. And feet, as they think, like some wild beast sur- he soon did revive; for health flowed in all prised in his lair, and gathering itself up to his veins, and he had the strength of a giant. fight or fly. But-strange enormity—a Bible But when his senses returned, there was none is in his hand! And the shepherd who first to pity him; for the shock had given an exseized him, taking the book out of his grasp, pression of guilty horror to all his looks, and, looks into the page, and reads, “Whoever shed like a man walking in his sleep under the deth man's blood, by man shall his blood be temptation of some dreadful dream, he moved surely shed.” On a leaf is written, in her own with fixed eyes towards the bed, and looking at well-known hand, “The gift of Margaret Burn- the corpse, gobbled in hideous laughter, and side !” Not a word is said by his captors- then wept and tore his hair like a distracted they offer no needless violence--no indignities woman or child. Then he stooped down as he --but answer all inquiries of surprise and as- would kiss the face, but staggered back, and, tonishment (Oh! can one so young be so hard-covering his eyes with his hands, uttered such ened in wickedness!) by a stern silence, and a groan as is sometimes heard rending the upbraiding eyes, that like daggers must stab sinner's breast when the avenging Furies are his heart. At last he walks doggedly and sul- upon him in his dreams. All who heard it lenly along, and refuses to speak-yet his felt that he was guilty ; and there was a fierce tread is firm-there is no want of composure cry through the room of “Make him touch the in his face-now that the first passion of fear body, and if he be the murderer, it will bleed!” or anger has left it; and now that they have –“Fear not, Ludovic, to touch it, my boy," the murderer in their clutch, some begin al said his father; “ bleed afresh it will not, for most to pity him, and others to believe, or at thou art innocent: and savage though now least to hope, that he may be innocent. As yet they be who once were proud to be thy friends, they have said not a word of the crime of even they will believe thee guiltless when the which they accuse him; but let him try to mas corpse refuses to bear witness against thee, ter the expression of his voice and his eyes as and not a drop leaves its quiet heart!" But he may, guilt is in those stealthy glances- his son spake not a word, nor did he seem to guilt is in those reckless tones. And why does know that his father had spoken; but he sufhe seek to hide his right hand in his bosom ? fered himself to be led passively towards the And whatever he may affect to say—they ask bed. One of the bystanders took his hand and him not-most certainly that stain on his shirt- placed it on the naked breast, when out of the collar is blood. But now they are at Moor- corners of the teeth-clenched mouth, and out side.

of the swollen nostrils, two or three blood-drops There is still a great crowd all round about visibly oozed; and a sort of shrieking shout the house in the garden-and at the door--and declared the sacred faith of all the crowd in a troubled cry announces that the criminal has the dreadful ordeal. “What body is this ? 'tis been taken, and is close at hand. His father all over blood !” said the prisoner, looking with meets him at the gate ; and, kneeling down, an idiot vacancy on the faces that surrounded holds up his clasped hands, and says, “My him. But now the sheriff of the county enson, if thou art guilty, confess, and die.” The tered the room, along with some officers of criminal angrily waves his father aside, and justice, and he was spared any further shocks walks towards the door. “Fools! fools! what from that old saving, superstition. His wrists' mean ye by this? What crime has been com- soon after were manacled. These were all the mitted? And how dare ye to think me the words he had uttered since he recovered from criminal ? Am I like a murderer ?”“We the fit; and he seemed now in a state uf never spoke to him of the murder-we never stupor. spoke to him of the murder !” cried one of the Ludovic Adamson, after examination of wit

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nesses who crowded against him from many perpetrated, nor that wretched sinner's soul unexpected quarters, was committed that very given to perdition. Yet others had gentler and Sabbath night to prison on a charge of murder. humaner thoughts. They remembered him On the Tuesday following, the remains of Mar- walking along God-supported beneath the bier garet Burnside were interred. All the parish

All the parish -and at the mouth of the grave-and feared were at the funeral. In Scotland it is not cus- to look on that head-formerly grizzled, but tomary for females to join in the last simple now quite gray-when on the very first Sabceremonies of death. But in this case they | bath after the murder he took his place in the did; and all her scholars, in the same white elder's seat, and was able to stand up, along dresses in which they used to walk with her with the rest of the congregation, when the at their head into the kirk on Sabbaths, followed minister prayed for peace to his soul, and the bier. Alice and little Ann were there, hoped for the deliverance out of jeopardy of nearest the coffin, and the father of him who him now lying in bonds. A low Amen went had wrought all this wo was one of its sup- all round the kirk at these words; for the most porters. The head of the murdered girl rest- hopeless called to mind that maxim of law, ed, it might be said, on his shoulder-but none equity, and justice--that every man under accan know the strength which God gives to his cusation of crime should be held innocent till servants-and all present felt for him, as he he is proved to be guilty. Nay, a human tribu. walked steadily under that dismal burden, a nal might condemn him, and yet might he stand pity, and even an affection, which they had acquitted before the tribunal of God. been unable to yield to him ere he had been There were various accounts of the beha. so sorely tried. The Ladies from the Castle vinur of the prisoner. Some said that he was were among the other mourners, and stood by desperately hardened-others, sunk in sullen the open grave. A sunnier day had never apathy and indifference--and one or two pershone from heaven, and that very grave itself sons belonging to the parish who had seen partook of the brightness, as the coffin-with him, declared that he seemed to care not for the gilt letters, “ Margaret Burnside, Aged 18” | himself, but to be plunged in profound melan-was let down, and in the darkness below choly for the fate of Margaret Burnside, whose disappeared. No flowers were sprinkled there name he involuntarily mentioned, and then -nor afterwards planted on the turf-vain bowed his head on his knees and wept. His offerings of unavailing sorrow! But in that guilt he neither admitted at that interview, nor nook--beside the bodies of her poor parents- denied; but he confessed that some circumshe was left for the grass to grow over her, as stances bore hard against him, and that he was over the other humble dead; and nothing but prepared for the event of his trial-condemnathe very simplest headstone was placed there, tion and death. “But if you are not guilty, with a sentence from Scripture below the name. Ludovic, who can be the murderer ? Not the There was less weeping, less sobbing, than at slightest shade of suspicion has fallen on any many other funerals; for as sure as Mercy other person-and did not, alas! the body bleed ruled the skies, all believed that she was there when" The unhappy wretch sprang up -all knew it, just as if the gates of heaven from the bed, it was said, at these words, and had opened and showed her a white-robed hurried like a madman back and forward along spirit at the right hand of the throne. And the stone floor of his cell. “Yea-yea!” at why should any rueful lamentation have been last he cried, “ the mouth and nostrils of my wailed over the senseless dust? But on the Margaret did indeed bleed when they pressed way home over the hills, and in the hush of down my hand on her cold bosom. It is God's evening beside their hearths, and in the still truth!” “ God's truth ?"_“Yes-God's truth. ness of night on their beds-all-young and I saw first one drop, and then another, trickle old-all did nothing but weep!

towards me--and I prayed to our Saviour to For weeks-such was the pity, grief, and wipe them off before other eyes might behold awe inspired by this portentous crime and la- the dreadful witnesses against me; but at that mentable calamity, that all the domestic on-| hour Heaven was most unmerciful-for those goings in all the houses far and wide, were two small dropsmas all of you saw soon be. melancholy and mournful, as if the country came a very stream-and all her face, neck, had been fearing a visitation of the plague. and breast-you saw it as well as I miserable Sin, it was felt, had brought not only sorrow -were at last drenched in blood. Then I may on the parish, but shame that ages would not have confessed that I was guilty-did I, or did wipe away; and strangers, as they travelled I not, confess it? Tell me-for I remember through the moor, would point the place where nothing distinctly ;—but if I did the judgment the foulest murder had been committed in all of offended Heaven, then punishing me for my the annals of crime. As for the family at sins, had made me worse than mad-and so Moorside, the daughter had their boundless had all your abhorrent eyes; and, men, if I compassion, though no eye had seen her since did confess, it was the cruelty of God that drove the funeral; but people, in speaking of the me to it—and your cruelty-which was great; father, would still shake their heads, and put for no pity had any one for me that day, though their fingers to their lips, and say to one an- Margaret Burnside lay before me a murdered other in whispers, that Gilbert Adamson had corpse-and a hoarse whisper came to my ear once been a bold, bad man-that his religion, urging me to confess I well believe from no un spite of all his repulsive austerity, wore not human lips, but from the Father of Lies, who, the aspect of truth-and that, had he held a at that hour, was suffered to leave the pit to stricter and a stronger hand on the errors of ensnare my soul.” Such was said to have nis misguided son, this foul deed had not been been the main sense of what he uttered in the

presence of two or three who had formerly | heart was not yet wholly broken; and it was been among his most intimate friends, and who believed that, for years, he might outlive the knew not, on leaving his cell and coming into blow that at first had seemed more than a the open air, whether to think him innocent or mortal man might bear and be! Yet that his guilty. As long as they thought they saw his wo, though hidden, was dismal, all erelong eyes regarding them, and that they heard his knew, from certain tokens that intrenched his voice speaking, they believed him innocent; face-cheeks shrunk and fallen-brow not so but when the expression of the tone of his much furrowed as scarred, eyes quenched, voice, and of the look of his eyes—which they hair thinner and thinner far, as if he himself had felt belonged to innocence-died away had torn it away in handfuls during the soli. from their memory—then arose against him tude of midnight--and now absolutely as white the strong, strange, circumstantial evidence, as snow; and over the whole man an indewhich, wisely or unwisely-lawyers and judges scribable ancientness far beyond his years have said cannot lie—and then, in their hearts, though they were many, and most of them had one and all of them pronounced him guilty. been passed in torrid climes-all showed how

But had not his father often visited the pris- grief has its agonies as destructive as those of oner's cell? Once-and once only; for in guilt, and those the most wasting when they obedience to his son's passionate prayer, be- work in the heart and in the brain, unrelieved seeching him-if there were any mercy left by the shedding of one single tear-when the either on earth or in heaven-never more to very soul turns dry as dust, and life is imenter that dungeon, the miserable parent had prisoned, rather than mingled, in the decaying not again entered the prison; but he had been the mouldering body! seen one morning at dawn, by one who knew The Day of Trial came, and all labour was his person, walking round and round the walls, suspended in the parish, as if it had been a staring up at the black building in distraction, mourning fast. Hundreds of people from this especially at one small grated window in the remote district poured into the circuit-town, north tower—and it is most probable that he and besieged the court-house. Horsemen were had been pacing his rounds there during all in readiness, soon as the verdict should be rethe night. Nobody could conjecture, however turned, to carry the intelligence--of life or dimly, what was the meaning of his banish-death-to all those glens. A few words will ment from his son's cell. Gilbert Adamson, suffice to tell the trial, the nature of the eviso stern to others, even to his own only daugh-dence, and its issue. The prisoner, who stood ter, had been always but too indulgent to his at the bar in black, appeared--though miserLudovic--and had that lost wretch's guilt, so ably changed from a man of great muscular exceeding great, changed his heart into stone, power and activity, a magnificent man, into a and made the sight of his old father's gray hairs tall thin shadow--perfectly unappalled; but hateful to his eyes ? But then the jailer, who in a face so white, and wasted, and wo-begone, had heard him imploring—beseeching-com- the most profound physiognomist could read manding his father to remain till after the trial not one faintest symptom either of hope or at Moorside, said, that all the while the prison- fear, trembling or trust, guilt or innocence. er sobbed and wept like a child; and that when He hardly seemed to belong to this world, and he unlocked the door of the cell, to let the old stood fearfully and ghastily conspicuous beman out, it was a hard thing to tear away the tween the officers of justice, above all the arms and hands of Ludovic from his knees, crowd that devoured him with their eyes, all while the father sat like a stone image on the leaning towards the bar to catch the first sound bed, and kept his tearless eyes fixed sternly of his voice, when to the indictment he should upon the wall, as if not a soul had been pre- plead “Not Guilty.” These words he did utsent, and he himself had been a criminal con- ter, in a hollow voice altogether passionless, demned next day to die.

and then was suffered to sit down, which he The father had obeyed, religiously, that miser- did in a manner destitute of all emotion. Durable injunction, and from religion it seemed ing all the many long hours of his trial, he he had found comfort. For Sabbath after Sab- never moved head, limbs, or body, except once, bath he was at the kirk-he stood, as he had when he drank some water, which he had not been wont to do for years, at the poor's plate, asked for, but which was given to him by a and returned grave salutations to those who friend. The evidence was entirely circumdropt their mite into the small sacred treasury stantial, and consisted of a few damning facts, --his eyes calmly, and even critically, regard- and of many of the very slightest sort, which, ed the pastor during prayer and sermon--and taken singly, seemed to mean nothing, but his deep bass voice was heard, as usual, which, when considered all together, seemed through all the house of God in the Psalms. to mean something against him-how much On week-days, he was seen by passers-by to or how little, there were among the agitated drive his flocks afield, and to overlook his audience many differing opinions. But slight sheep on the hill-pastures, or in the pen-fold; as they were, either singly or together, they and as it was still spring, and seed-time had told fearfully against the prisoner, when con been late this season, he was observed holding nected with the fatal few which no ingenuity the plough, as of yore; nor had his skill de- could ever explain away; and though inge serted him—for the furrows were as straight nuity did all it could do, when wielded by as if drawn by a rule on paper-and soon eloquence of the highest order—and as the pright and beautiful was the braird on all the prisoner's counsel sat down, there went a low lands of his farm. The Comforter was rustle and a buzz through the court, and a comwith him, and, sorely as he had been tried, his Imunication of looks and whispers, that seemed

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to denote that there were hopes of his acquit-| been picked up near the body, was sworn to tal--yet, if such hopes there were, they were be in his handwriting; and though the meandeadened by the recollection of the calm, clear, ing of the words-yet legible-was obscure, logical address to the jury by the counsel for they seemed to express a request that Margaret the crown, and destroyed by the judge's charge, would meet him on the moor on that Saturday which amounted almost to demonstration of afternoon she was murdered. The words guilt, and concluded with a confession due to Saturday”-“meet me”-“last time,' his oath and conscience, that he saw not how not indistinct, and the paper was of the same the jury could do their duty to their Creator quality and colour with some found in a drawer and their fellow-creatures, but by returning one in his bed-room at Moorside. It was proved verdict. They retired to consider it; and, dur- that he had been drinking with some dissolute ing a deathlike silence, all eyes were bent on persons-poachers and the like-in a public a deathlike image.

house in a neighbouring parish all Saturday, It had appeared in evidence, that the murder till well on in the afternoon, when he left them had been committed, at least all the gashes in- in a state of intoxication-and was then seen flicted—for there were also finger-marks of running along the hill side in the direction of strangulation-with a bill-hook, such as for the moor. Where he passed the night between esters use in lopping trees; and several wit- the Saturday and the Sabbath, he could give

swore that the bill-hook which was no account, except once when unasked, and as shown them, stained with blood, and with hair if speaking to himself

, he was overheard by sticking on the haft_belonged to Ludovic the jailer to mutter, “Oh! that fatal night--that Adamson. It was also given in evidence-fatal night!” And then, when suddenly interthough some doubts rested on the nature of the rogated, “Where were you ?” he answered, precise words—that on that day, in the room “Asleep on the hill;" and immediately relapsed with the corpse, he had given a wild and in- into a state of mental abstraction. These were coherent denial to the question then put to him the chief circumstances against him, which his in the din, “ What he had done with the hill-counsel had striven to explain away. That hook ?" Nobody had seen it in his possession most eloquent person dwelt with affecting since the spring before; but it had been found, earnestness on the wickedness of putting any after several weeks' search, in a hag in the evil construction on the distracted behaviour moss, in the direction that he would have most of the wretched man when brought without probably taken-had he been the murderer-warning upon the sudden sight of the mangled when flying from the spot to the loch where he corpse of the beautiful girl, whom all allowed was seized. The shoes which he had on when he had most passionately and tenderly loved; taken, fitted the foot-marks on the ground, not and he strove to prove-as he did prove to the far from the place of the murder, but not so conviction of many--that such behaviour was perfectly as another pair which were found in incompatible with such guilt, and almost of the house. But that other pair, it was proved, itself established his innocence. All that was belonged to the old man; and therefore the sworn to against him, as having passed in that correspondence between the footmarks and the dreadful room, was in truth for him-unless all prisoner's shoes, though not perfect, was a cir- our knowledge of the best and of the worst of cumstance of much suspicion. But a far human nature were not, as folly, to be given stronger fact, in this part of the evidence, was to the winds. He beseeched the jury, theresworn to against the prisoner. Though there fore, to look at all the other circumstances that was no blood on his shoes—when apprehended did indeed seem to bear hard upon the prihis legs were bare—though that circumstance, soner, in the light of his innocence, and not of strange as it may seem, had never been noticed his guilt, and that they would all fade into till he was on the way to prison! His stock- nothing. What mattered his possession of the ings had been next day found lying on the watch and other trinkets? Lovers as they sward, near the shore of the loch, manifestly were, might not the unhappy girl have given after having been washed and laid out to dry them to him for temporary keepsakes? Or in the sun.

At mention of this circumstance might he not have taken them from her in some a cold shudder ran through the court; but playful mood, or received them and the neither that, nor indeed any other circumstance brooch was cracked, and the mainspring of the in the evidence-not even the account of the watch broken, though the glass was whole) appearance which the murdered body exhibit to get them repaired in the town, which he ed when found on the moor, or when after- often visited, and she never ? Could human wards laid on the bed_extorted from the pri- credulity for one moment believe, that such a soner one groan-one sigh--or touched the man as the prisoner at the bar had been sworn imperturbable deathliness of his countenance. to be by a host of witnesses-and especially It was proved, that when searched-in prison, by that witness, who, with such overwhelming and not before; for the agitation that reigned solemnity, had declared he loved him as his over all assembled in the room at Moorside own son, and would have been proud if Heathat dreadful day, had confounded even those ven had given him such a son—he who had bapaccustomed to deal with suspected criminals tized him, and known him well ever since a - there were found in his pocket a small child-that such a man could rob the body of French gold watch, and also a gold brooch, her whom he had violated and murdered? If, which the ladies of the Castle had given to under the instigation of the devil, he had vioMargaret Burnside. On these being taken from lated and murdered her, and for a moment him, he had said nothing, but looked aghast. were made the hideous supposition, did vast Aparce or torn and bloody paper, which had | hell hold that demon whose voice would have

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