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230 or a beloved husband, perishes on the scaffold. I know the laws cannot afford to make these distinctions, nor descend to the detail of private suffering; but, as an individual, before I have recourse to the law, I think it my duty to weigh all these considerations.I don't know, Sir, how far your views on the subject may accord with mine" here Mr. Simpson, who had been hitherto bending forward, with his eyes directed to the letter in his hand, raised them to Mr. Wetherall's face. What he saw there, it would be vain to attempt to describe. Whatever it was, it occasioned him, for a moment to draw himself up erectse redresser, as the French would sayand then to stoop forward again and bend his eyes on the letter more perseveringly than before"What I mean to say, Sir, is," continued he, "that IIshould be sorryI wouldn't for the world be the occasion ofof any thing" and he stammered, and got red in the face, and finally broke down in his oration altogether; whilst the unfortunate culprit before him laid his head upon the table and wept like a child.

Mr. Simpson arose and walked to the windowtook out his handkerchief and blew his noseand cleared his throatand wiped away the