STORY OF A MAN-SLAYER,
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Of all the crimes which man is capable


of committing, surely that which deprives a


fellow mortal of life, is the most dreadful,
and leaves upon the soul OF the miserable
perpetrator of it the deepest and the most
incurabe wound. No time can wash away


the stains of blood from the murders memo


ry,-no lapse Of years can assuage the an
gush which he endures; day rolls on after
day, but still his miseries remain, and the
sweet balm of forgetfulness, which drops in
mercy upon human Affections, is denied by
Heaven to him. 1t is from experience. that l
speak thus,-yes. from ea1erience. But
start not, reader, for trust that the crime
of murder, of foul and deliberate murder, is
not chargeable against my soul. True it is
that the hand which is now tracing these
lines-that hand took away the life OF tel


low mortal: yet when you have read all,
perhaps you will not thnk-l trust IN God
you will not think-that it is the hand OF
murderer. But often, do my own thoughts
vary as to the nature of my guilt,-often 40
l think that the crime which l committed
was murder in its most hideous shape
that I. acted the part of base and coward
ly assassin,-and that by the laws. both Of
God and of man, my life ought to be yielded
up on the scaffold. Then it is that the
awful announcement of the Almighty-blood
for blood-hashes across my soul. and am
driven to the very brink of insanity. Such
as nv crime is, however, viii disclose Il