The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1846-09-03

III Is oil no use, my g0oQ woman, Saiu
the surgeon, soothingly, as he withdrew his
hand from the mans breast. Stay, undo
that curtain
''Why?o said the woman, starting up.
"Undo that -curtainH' repeated the sur
geon, in an agitate tone.
81 darkened the room on purpose said
the woman, throwing herself before him, as
be rose TO undraw it. co. Sir, have pity on
me! If it can be of no use, and he is
really dead, do not, do not expose that corpse
to other eyes than -minen
"This man has died no natural or easy
DEATH said the surgeon. Il must see the
bodyo And with motion so sudden, that
the woman hardly knew that he had slipped
from beside her, he tore open the curtain,
admitted the full light of day, and returned
to the bedside.
E'There has been violence here!' he said,
pointing towards the body, and gazing intent
y on her face, from which the black veil
was now for the first time removed. IN the
excitement Of the minute before the female
had dashed off the bonnet and veil, and now
stood with her eyes fixed upon him. Her
features were those of woman Of about
fifty, who had once been handsome. Sor-
row and weeping had left traces upon them,
which not time itself would ever have pro-
duced, without their aid: her face was dead
ly pale, and there was nervous contorton
of the lip, and an unnatural fire in her eye,
which showed too plainly that her bodily and
mental powers had nearly sunk beneath an
accumulation of misery.
"'There has been violence herer saidthe
surgeon, preserving his searching glance.
"'There has!'replied the woman.
".This man has been murdered
"'That call Cop to witness he has!'
said the woman passionalely, spitilessly, in
humanity smurderedn
"'By whom?' said the surgeon, Selling
the woman by the arm.
"sLook at the butchers marks, and then
ask me!' she replied.
1.-THE surgeon turned his face toward the
bed, and bent over the body, which lay full
in the light of the window. The throat was
swollen, and blue, livid mark encircled it .
The truth flashed suddenly upon him:
"sI'his is one of the men who were hung
this morningn be exclaimed, turning away
with shudder
SIT is,' replied the woman, with cold,
unmeaning stare.
"'Wbo was hep inquired the surgeon.
my SOM rejoined the woman; and fell
senseless at his feet.''
zzsTu TITI SUI It was. f5s-rrrSv-s-~
ly guilty with himself, had been acquitted
for lack of evidence, whilst be had been left
for death and executed. The mother, a
widow, without friend or money, had denied
herself the necessaries of life, TO bestow
them upon her orphan boy, who unmindful
of her prayers, and forgetful Of the incessent
anxiety ofmind and voluntary starvation of
body which she had endured for him, had
plunged into career ofdssipation and crime
which had resulted in his own death blythe
the bangman's hands, and his mothers shame
aud incurable insanity. 1t was our painful
lot, on an occasion we'll known TO our metro
pletion readers, to witness the fervent anxi-
ely with which the relative of condemned
criminal, when the concenuic rings of the
law were closing up to their victim, sought
and relinquished hope after hope, that in
some way his life might yet be saved; and
it is perhaps owing to this circumstance that
the preceding narrative made SO deep i'm
preston on my mind,
And now let me ask. how persons, famil-
lar with 'Pickwick,' OLIVER Twist Nicholas
Nickleby,' 'Barnaby Rudge,' .Chuzzlewit,'
etc., are aware that The Black Veir is by
the same author, and was first published the
year before the earliest oil those works were
written?