sincere,--and enjoining upon him the due performance of his promise. Having got his charge, the crowd--whose curiosity was served not less than its benevolence, for these poor people feel intensely for each other's sorrows, the more by reason that no one else does--separated. Then, alas! the old story. The tempter and the victim pace the streets towards the block-altar of the sacrifice; and as they go, we may consider how many have achieved a world-wide notoriety for having concocted one of these acts, with the attending circumstances of having watched their opportunity and been defeated, and still kept to their purpose, and, veiling all in romantic mystery, at length effected their object. Such men, and their solitary performance, with which they were contented, or to which they were limited by the gallows, are only qualified to form a meagre episode to the terrible drama we are with so much imperfection evolving; even as Faust's vision rose in curling smoke, and took on the gigantic form of a being out of nature and belonging to another world. We have heard of hardened men who gave those they intended to sacrifice time to pray. There was allowed only short shrift in Log's lodgings. Before nightfall this woman lay doubled up in a tea-chest. We will not disturb you in your pause as your mind, led by her who dropped pity's tear on the written words of the recording angel, goes away back to the youth or the maidenhood of this woman. The "perhaps" has a weakness in it, but who shall gainsay, with the doctrine of chances against him, that she was, as you may be, beautiful and good, yea, at one time looking forward to years of happiness, a redeemed's death, and a Christian's funeral, even with that confidence which--blessings on your pitiful heart!--will be sanctified and verified to you, because it is in God?