The murdered man can remain to accuse, but he can not arise again in life, He can not again hear the songs of birds.

He can not again hear the prattle of his babes.

He can not again take a friend by the hand.

He can not come to life.

The heavens do not open fo' that benef'cent end! "_But_, yo' Honah, the heavens will open! They will send down a bolt o' justice.