two or three who had formerly been among his most intimate friends, and who knew not, on leaving his cell and coming into the open air, whether to think him innocent or guilty. As long as they thought they saw his eyes regarding them, and that they heard his voice speaking, they believed him innocentbut when the expression of the tone of his voice, and of the look of his eyes-which they had felt belonged to innocence-died away from their memory-then arose against him the strong, strange circumstantial evidence, which-wisely or unwisely-lawyers and judges have said cannot lie-and then, in their hearts, one and all of them pronounced him guilty.

But had not his father often visited the prisoner's cell? Once-and once only-for in obedience to his son's passionate prayer, beseeching him-if there were any mercy left either on earth or heaven-nover more to enter that dungeon, the miserable parent had not again entered the prison-but he had been seen one morning at dawn, by one who knew his person, walking round and round the walls, staring up at the black building in distraction, especially at one small grated window in the north tower-and it is most probable that he had been pacing his rounds there during all the night. Nobody could conjecture, however dimly, what was the meaning of his banishment from his son's cell. Gilbert Adamson, so stern to others, even to his own only daughter, had been always but too indulgent to his Ludovic-and had that lost wretch's guilt, so exceeding great, changed his heart into stone, and made the sight of his old father's grey hairs hateful to his eyes? But then the jailor, who had heard him imploring beseeching-commanding his father to remain till after the trial at Moorside, said, that all the while the prisoner sobbed and wept like a child-and that when he unlocked the door of the cell, to let the old 24 ATHENEUM, VOL. 5, 3d series.

man out, it was a hard thing to tear away the arms and hands of Ludovic from his knees, while the father sat like a stone-image on the bed, and kept his tearless eyes fixed sternly upon the wall, as if not a soul had been present, and he himself had been a criminal condemned next day to die.

The father had obeyed, religiously, that miserable injunction, and from religion it seemed that he had found comfort. For Sabbath after Sabbath he was at the kirk-he stood, as he had been wont to do for years, at the poor's-plate, and returned grave salutations to those who dropt their mite into the small sacred treasury-his eyes calmly, and even critically, regarded the pastor during prayer and sermonand his deep bass voice was heard, as usual, through all the house of God, in the Psalms. On weekdays, he was seen by passers-by to drive his flocks a-field, and to overlook his sheep on the hill pastures, or in the pinfold; and as it was still spring, and seed-time had been late this season, he was observed holding the plough, as of yore-nor had his skill deserted him-for the furrows were as straight as if drawn by a rule on paper-and soon bright and beautiful was the braird on all the low lands of his farm. The Comforter was with him, and, sorely as he had been tried, his heart was not yet wholly broken, and it was believed that, for years, he might outlive the blow that at first had seemed more than a mortal man might bear and be! Yet that his woe, though hidden, was dismal, all erelong knew, from certain tokens that intrenched his facecheeks shrunk and fallen, brow not so much furrowed as scarred, eyes quenched, hair thinner and thinner far, as if he himself had torn it away in handfuls during the solitude of midnight--and now absolutely as white as snow; and over the whole man an indescribable ancientness far beyond his years-though they were many, and most of them had

been passed in torrid climes-all showed how grief has its agonies as destructive as those of guilt, and those the most wasting when they work in the heart, and in the brain, unrelieved by the shedding of one single tear-when the very soul turns dry as dust, and life is imprisoned, rather than mingled, in the decaying-the mouldering frame !

The Day of Trial came, and all labor was suspended in the parish, as if it had been a mourning fast. Hundreds of people from this remote district poured into the circuit town, and besieged the court-house. Horsemen were in readiness, soon as the verdict should be returned, to carry the intelligence-of life or death-to all those glens. A few words will suffice to tell the trial, the nature of the evidence, and its issue. The prisoner, who stood at the bar, in black, appeared-though miserably changed from a man of great muscular power and activity, a magnificent man, ito a tall thin shadow-perfectly unappalled; but in a face so white, and wasted, and woe-begone, the most profound physiognomist could read not one faintest symptom either of hope or fear, trembling or trust, guilt or innocence. He hardly seemed to belong to this world, and stood fearfully and ghastlily conspicuous between the officers of justice, above all the crowd that devoured him with their eyes, all leaning towards the bar to catch the first sound of his voice, when to the indictment he should plead "Not guilty." These words he did utter, in a hollow voice altogether passionless, and then was suffered to sit down, which he did in a manner destitute of all emotion. During all the many long hours of his trial, he never moved head, limbs, or body, except once, when he drank some water, which he had not asked for, but which was given to him by a friend. The evidence was entirely circumstantial, and consisted of a few damning facts, and of many of the very slightest sort, which, taken singly,

seemed to mean nothing, but which, when considered all together, seemed to mean something against him

how much or how little, there were among the agitated audience many differing opinions. But slight as they were, either singly or together, they told fearfully against the prisoner, when connected with the fatal few which no ingenuity could ever explain away; and though ingenuity did all it could do, when wielded by eloquence of the highest order-and as the prisoner's counsel sat down, there went a rustle and a buz through the court, and a communication of looks and whispers, that seemed to denote that there were hopes of his acquittalyet, if such hopes there were, they were deadened by the calm, clear, logical address to the jury by the counsel for the crown, and destroyed by the judge's charge, which amounted almost to a demonstration of guilt, and concluded with a confession due to his oath and conscience, that he saw not how the jury could do their duty to their Creator, and their fellow-creatures, but by returning one verdict. They retired to consider it; and during a deathlike silence, all eyes were bent on a deathlike Image.

It had appeared in evidence, that the murder had been committedat least all the gashes inflicted-for there were also finger-marks of strangulation-with a bill-hook, such as foresters use in lopping treesand several witnesses swore that the bill-hook which was shown them, stained with blood, and with hair sticking on the haft-belonged to Ludovic Adamson. It was also given in evidence-though some doubts rested on the nature of the precise words-that on that day, in the room with the corpse, he had given a wild and incoherent denial to the question then put to him in the din, "What he had done with the billhook?" Nobody had seen it in his possession since the spring beforebut it had been found, after several weeks' search, in a hag in the moss,

in the direction that he would have most probably taken-had he been the murderer-when flying from the spot to the loch where he was seized. The shoes which he had on when taken, fitted the foot-marks on the ground, not far from the place of the murder, but not so perfectly as another pair which were found in the house. But that other pair, it was proved, belonged to the old man; and therefore the correspondence between the foot-marks and the prisoner's shoes, though not perfect, was a circumstance of much suspicion. But a far stronger fact, in this part of the evidence, was sworn to against the prisoner. Though there was no blood on his shoes-when apprehended his legs were bare-though that circumstance, strange as it may seem, had never been noticed till he was on the way to prison! His stockings had been next day found lying on the sward, near the shore of the loch, manifestly after having been washed and laid out to dry in the sun. At mention of this circumstance a cold shudder ran through the court; but neither that, nor indeed any other circumstance in all the evidence not even the account of the appearance which the murdered body exhibited when found on the moor, or when afterwards laid on the bed-extorted from the prisoner one groan-one sigh-or touched the imperturbable deathliness of his countenance. It was proved, that when searched-in prison-and not before-for the agitation that reigned over all assembled in the room at Moorside that dreadful day, had confounded even those accustomed to deal with suspected criminals-there were found in his pocket a small French gold watch, and also a gold brooch, which the Ladies of the Castle had given to Margaret Burnside. On these being taken from him, he had said nothing but looked aghast. A piece of torn and bloody paper, which had been picked up near the body, was sworn to be in his handwriting; and

though the meaning of the words yet legible was obscure, they seemed to express a request that Margaret would meet him on the moor on that Saturday afternoon she was murdered. The words, “Saturday"-" meet me "-last time ❞— were not indistinct, and the paper was of the same quality and color with some found in a drawer in his bedroom at Moorside. It was proved that he had been drinking with some dissolute persons-poachers and the like-in a public-house in a neighboring parish all Saturday, till well on in the afternoon, when he left them in a state of intoxication-and was then seen running along the hillside in the direction of the moor, Where he passed the night between the Saturday and the Sabbath, he could give no account, except once when, unasked, and as if speaking to himself, he was overheard by the jailor to mutter, "Oh! that fatal night-that fatal night!" And then, when suddenly interrogated, "Where were you?" he answered, "Asleep on the hill;" and immediately relapsed into a state of mental abstraction. These were the chief circumstances against him, which his counsel had striven to explain away. That most eloquent person dwelt with affecting earnestness on the wickedness of putting any evil construction on the distracted behavior of the wretched man when brought without warning upon the sudden sight of the mangled corpse of the beautiful girl, whom all allowed he had most passionately and tenderly loved; and he strove to prove-as he did prove to the conviction of many-that such behaviour was incompatible with such guilt, and almost of itself established his innocence. All that was sworn to against him, as having passed in that dreadful room, was in truth for him-unless all our knowledge of the best and of the worst of human nature were, as folly, to be given to the winds. He beseeched the jury, therefore, to look at all the other circumstances that did indeed seem

to bear hard upon the prisoner, in the light of his innocence, and not of his guilt, and that they would all fade into nothing. What mattered his possession of the watch and other trinkets? Lovers as they were, might not the unhappy girl have given them to him for temporary keepsakes? Or might he not have taken them from her in some playful mood, or received them-(and the brooch was cracked, and the mainspring of the watch broken, though the glass was whole)-to get them repaired in the town, which he often visited, and she never? Could human credulity for one moment believe, that such a man as the prisoner at the bar had been sworn to be by a host of witnesses-and especially by that witness, who, with such overwhelming solemnity, had declared he loved him as his own son, and would have been proud if heaven had given him such a son -he who had baptized him, and known him well ever since a child, -that such a man could rob the body of her whom he had violated and murdered? If, under the instigation of the devil, he had violated and murdered her, and for a moment were made the hideous supposition, did vast hell hold that demon whose voice would have tempted the violator and murderer -suppose him both-yea that man at the bar-sworn to by all the parish, if need were, as a man of tenderest charities, and generosity unbounded, in the lust of lucre, consequent on the satiating of another lust-to rob his victim of a few trinkets! Let loose the wildest imagination into the realms of wildest wickedness, and yet they dared not, as they feared God, to credit for a moment the union of such appalling and such paltry guilt, in that man who now trembled not before them, but who seemed cut off from all the sensibilities of this life by the scythe of Misery that had shorn him down But why try to recount, however feebly, the line of defence taken by the speaker, who on that day seemed

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all but inspired. overturn rocks, or fire consume them till they split in pieces; but a crisis there sometimes is in man's destiny, which all the powers ever lodged in the lips of man, were they touched with a coal from heaven, cannot avert, and when even he who strives to save, feels and knows that he is striving all in vain-aye, vain as a worm-to arrest the tread of Fate about to trample down its victim into the dust. All hoped-many almost believed that the prisoner would be acquitted that a verdict of "Not Proven," at least, if not of "Not Guilty," would be returned— but they had not been sworn to do justice before man and before God— and, if need were, to seal up even the fountains of mercy in their hearts

flowing, and easily set a-flowing, by such a spectacle as that bar presented-a man already seeming to belong unto the dead!

In about a quarter of an hour the jury returned to the box-and the verdict, having been sealed with black wax, was handed up to the Judge, who read, "We unanimously find the prisoner Guilty." He then stood up to receive sentence of death. Not a dry eye was in the court during the Judge's solemn and affecting address to the criminalexcept those of the Shadow on whom had been pronounced the doom. "Your body will be hung in chains on the moor-on a gibbet erected on the spot where you murdered the victim of your unhallowed lust, and there will your bones bleach in the sun, and rattle in the wind, after the insects and the birds of the air have devoured your flesh; and in all future times, the spot on which, God-forsaking and God-forsaken, you perpetrated that double crime, at which all humanity shudders, will be looked on from afar by the traveller passing through that lonesome wild, with a sacred horror!"—Here the voice of the Judge faltered, and he covered his face with his hands ; but the prisoner stood unmoved in figure, and in face untroubled-and