Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-06-17

closet where he knew the body was to
be. For the first time a dark sus-
picion flashed upon me, and taking
the other candle ! followed. The
face had bee n again covered, and st.
Clair, setting tie light upon the Ia
BILE, stood transit Aed- just as we feel
the pressure Of some nightmare
dream-withoutI the power Of draw
ing his eyes away, or by dashing aside
the veil, to end this suspense Of ago
ny, in t he certainty Of despair.
Every muscle Of his body shook,
while his pale lips co uId only mutter
1T must be sol itmust be SOP and
his finger pointed to the shrouded
corpse, silently bade me to disclose
the truth: mute, M otionless horror
pervaded me third dughout; then,
springing from his trance, he tore
away the linen from the features it
concealed. One glance sufficed;-
true, the last tive enty -four hours had
robbed them of much that was lovely,
but they were cast in a mould Of such
sweet expression that once seen was to
be remembered for ed der.
With indescribable wildness he
flung himself upon the body, and en-
bracing the pallid clay seemed vainly
trying to kiss it b ack to life. /
watched his countena ance till it be,
came so pale, there was only one
shade Of difference b etween the two.
In an instant, from the strained glare
of his fixed. glance, his eyes relaxed,
and lifeless, inani mate expression
Iof nonentity succe eeded their former
tension, while with his hand still re-
tanning the hair of the deceased in
his grasp, he sunk upon the ground.
Assistance was called, and from a
state Of insensibility he passed into
one Of depression.
All our efforts to disentangle. the
locks he had so V Warrnly loved from
his fingers were in vain; the locks
we're, therefore, cut off from the head.
Through aall the anguish Of his SO oul
he never spoke; the last words to
]
which bis lips gave utterance, We re
these-It must be SO, it must be so.
For hours, he could stare at one OBJ
iect, and his look. was to me SO full OF
horror and reproach, could not meet
it. Suddenly he would turn to the
hair, and fastenirigIh his lips upon it.
murmur some inarticulate sounds,
and weep with all the bitterness OF IN
fantile sorrow.
| The reader will remember it So
CHANGED, that | never was introduced
to the heroine of my tale; but all
doubt was now removed as to the iden-
tity of the subject for dissection
with the unfortunate Emily Smith
How she cd me BY her death was
mystery that nothing seemed likely
to uDravel.
Not the slightest marks of vio-
lence could be found about her person
the arms we're certainly in an unusu-
al position, being bent with the palms
upward, as if To- support weight
and seemed to have been, somewhat
pressed, but this might be accounted
for by the packing of the body. al
beside wore the appearance ef qui-
escent death.
She was opened, and not the slight
est trace of poison presented Itself
Immediate search had been made fa1
the men; they had absconded, and al
apparent means of inquiry seemed
hushed with the victim of science il
its grave.
Some years passed-St Cialr Wa'
dead-the father of the unfortunate
Emily was no more. Fortune hat
thriven with me, al nd being independ
ent of practice, | had settled in th,
! West-end of London, and marie,
the object of my choice. | was sool
occupied with the employments Q
my profession, and amongst the res
that Of surgeon t b the - dispen
sary.
! Seven years after my first com
mencement, had d to attend a poo
i man who was attacked with inlam
nation of the brain. The violeno
of the disease had been subdued, bu
some strange wan lderings Of deliriur
still haunted him In a ParoxysI
of this sort he one day exclaimed t
me, as was feeling his pulse, Cut
Off cut it off! it Says so: off with it
Paving no attention to this, ! re