Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-08-13

stricken down in early manhood, and laid
near his antagonist in the earth.
But his death we were present at il, and
never may we witness such another, That
subiect-so long kept sealed up by himself
so long untouched by family or friend
the murder of his school companion and
neighbor, was at last broken by himself
81 could not help it," said he, as his ewes
plared around us, and his breathing became
painful from its quick and audible action
We knew TO what he referred and endea-
vored TO direct his thoughts into other chan
nels. In vain. 81 could not help it; ] was
forced into it; could | help it!" And all
this was, in duelling sense, true. He had
every excuse a man could have to fight; but
when so assured, he exclaimed wildly, cit
will not dol murdered him see him now
Il have seen him as he lay dead on the field,
ever since | slew him 1! My God NV
God" And muttering these, and like sem
fences, with a shrek, such as ] never heard
mortal utter, he died
Another instance. A young Scotchman
came 10 Charleston, S. c., and settled there.
He gave offence TO a noted duellist, and was
challenged, fought, and killed him. He re-
moved afterwards TO New Orleans, was en-
gagged in successful business, and was re-
garded as the merriest fellow about. His
intimate friends thought the murder had made
no impression upon him not one of his rela-
tives believed he cared any thing about it.
In 1894 or '35, he was engaged in large
cotton speculations. News of a rise in price
reached New Orleans, soon after he had
shipped a large number of bales TO New
York. If he could sell, or make some par
ticular arrangement, he could realize a for
tune. But it was necessary 10 go to New
York. He jumped on board a steamer, went
to Montgomery, Alabama, and pushed rapid
ly on by land for Washington City. Over
excitement brought on fever, and he was or
liged to stop in the interior of South Carolina.
Full fifteen years, or more, had elapsed
since he had killed his man. For the first
time, he lay on a bed of sickness. He had
fever and delirium with it. And in that de-
lirium, with terrible anguish and maniac fu-
ry, he spoke of this deed Of death Ii made
those of us who heard him shudder as we
listened Was his laughter all along forced ?
Had his merriment been lip deep, Of the in
%tellect, and not of the heart? He grew bet
ter, and his physician thought him GONZALES
cent. Now and then he would start in his
sleep and exclaim, "Take him off me, don't
tie his dead body to mes" but the fever had
abated, and W. all thought he would soon be
well. He did grow better, but watching his
opportunity, he went 10 a chest of drawers,
as if for some clothing, steal,hily took from
it a razor and drew it rapidly across his
throat! 1t was a dreadful cash that he made,
and would have been fatal had not one who
was near struck his elbow, as he was making
the attempt upon his life!
Poor man! He knew, and had known no
peace, since the day he killed his opponent.
When he thought his end near, he made the
confession. "He felt" he said, Gas if he
was a murderer. though no one charged him
with the crime"
And our belief is, that no man who kills
another ever feels otherwise The mark of
Cain is upon him, and he sees it if no other
eye does.