Nothing now could exceed the sympathy which was felt for young Lamh Laudher, yet except among his immediate friends, there was little exertion made to prevent him from accelerating his own fate.

So true is it that public feeling scruples not to gratify its appetite for excitement, even at the risk or actual cost of human life.

His parents and relations mourned him as if he had been already dead.

The grief of his mother had literally broken down her voice so much, that from hoarseness, she was almost unintelligible.

His aged father sat and wept like a child; and it was in vain that any of their friends attempted to console them.