Thy prayers might subdue stones; but none but he who enjoined my purpose can shake it." These words were a sufficient explication of the scene.

The nature of his phrenzy, as described by my uncle, was remembered.

I who had sought death, was now thrilled with horror because it was near.

Death in this form, death from the hand of a brother, was thought upon with undescribable repugnance.
In a state thus verging upon madness, my eye glanced upon Carwin.

His astonishment appeared to have struck him motionless and dumb.