Or, suppose yourself the scarce less wretched survivor, with the guilt of Cain, the first murderer, in your heart, with the stamp upon your brow--that stamp which struck all who gazed on him with unutterable horror, and by which the murderer is made manifest to all who look upon him.

Think!" The stranger gradually withdrew himself from under the hand of his monitor; and, pulling his hat over his brows, thus interrupted him.

"Your meaning, sir, I dare say, is excellent, but you are throwing your advice away.

I am not in this place with violent intentions against any one.

I may be bad enough--you priests say all men are so--but I am here for the purpose of saving life, not of taking it away.