The Portland daily press., 1867-07-08
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beside still waters. As friend she is faithful
and true-always. If you but listen to her adj
momtions,lf you but heed her counsel she will
make you happy and peaceful through all the
day long and when you he down at night she
will make your sleep peaceful and sweet But
If you turn from her warnings, if you DISREGARD
her counsel, if you despise her guidant e. il
against all her true teachings you do commit
oiiline, then she becomes at once bitter, a ter
aippie, biting enemy. She is armed with q
VI mnp ot scorpions; she lashes and lashes, until
@ ane 'lctim writhes, and writhes, and dies Her
5I 5~s VI nshthlng send out their faShings, and
I aooloi anu wither and burn their victim, until
nc SPEAKS or dlcs. She has a voice of thunder
anu IN the daytime, and in the silent hour, of
the night, in your house, in the street. wbel ey-
or you may be, she speaks to you in those tones
OF thunder and you quail and shrink before
her voice. She has in her train wonderful
party OF strange and terrible sights
She can summons from the spirit land the
ghosts of those who have gone. She can
bring them to your sight in the day time; she
can make them stand by your bedside in the
night time and show their shadowy wounds.
She can call up pictures which shall freeze
your blood; and the pictures you shall sec
though your eyes be closed in sleep. She can
paint upon your hands spot of blood, and no
water can wash that spot away.
Whan old King Duncan died at the hand OF
the assassin Macbeth had spot of blood on
his hand. Conscience would not let him wash
1t OIL. All Neptune's ocean could not wash
that guilty stain away; and Lady Macbeth
mad upon her hand a smell OF blood brought
there by this same conscience, and all the per-
fumes OF Arabia could not sweeten that little
hand. When they went into the banqueting
hall this same conscience ushered into that hall
and seated at his place at table the ghost OF
the slain Banquo-and Macbeth bade him
down but he never would down at his biddin
Yes, Clifton Harris went home that nighs-
He did not sleep. He knew no sleep. Tired
natures sweet restorer did not to him her Tea-
dy visit pay from that hour up to the hour
when he opened his mouth. When he looked
out at the broad sunlight of the rising day
that falling snow was but to him the winding
sheets of those victims he had slain. Every
pure white drift which the winds had heaped
were nothing to him but the victims thus
clio he'd in their long winding sheets. Every
human eye as it looked upon him saw blood
and became his accuser and he was craven.
In the night time when he lay down to rest
conscience would bring up those terrible
sights and sounds. Standing by his bedside
would be Mrs. Kinsley, and the sound he
heard was her voice shrieking for help to her
aged friend. He saw Polly Caswell and heard
her dying grOans and there was sleep for him
no more. H..e...
''Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore
' CandOr
SHAH sleep no more Macbeth, shall sleep no more.'
There was spot of blood on his coat. as
had wipel it, and rubbed it, and washed it,
bright red spots staid there on his right arm,
and all the waters of fair Lake Auburn
could not wash OFF that bright red blood. There
1t was. All the perfume of the sweet flowers
growing in her fair town could not sweeten
that smell. He was arrested and taken down
to the Jail and put into the cell and the door
shut upon him. Conscience came then and
brought those same terrible sights, those same
terrible sounds. The doors and the CRATES
could not keep them out He in his silent
cell then heard the moaning noises. 1t was
the means and the groans OF the dying VIC
tins; there they stood by his bedside, and
there they showed again their shadowy
wounds. He heard again tneir voices crying
for help; he heard again their groan and he
slept no more His sleep was murdered. IL
went on day after day, Conscience driving HIM
with her terrible whip of soorpions-Con-
science speaking to him with her terrible voice
OF thunder, until at last, in spite of his nerve,
in spite of his will, not withstanding death
itself to him hung upon his words, notwith-
standing liberty was to be sweet to him no
no longer, that he no longer in life should
know its sweets, notwithstanding to speak
was to accuse himself of one of the bloodest
murders that was ever read of In the history
OF crime in this State, notwithstanding 1T all
say, that Conscience which the sleepless God
had put into his black heart,-that Conscience
drove him to open his mouth and he spoke
Did he speak the truth or did he speak a
lie? Does Conscience when it compels dumb
mouth to be opened and to speak allie? New
er! neveri If it was Clifton Harris's Con-
science, as in my belief it was, which made
him speak, it never made him tell tale sthat
was not true. If it was not his conscience,
what was it?