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6 had placed himself in the middle of the crowd, and I saw him make one or two unsuccessful attempts to shift his seat, so as to escape examination. When it last his turn came, his colour suddenly changed to a deadly pale, and with a horrid groan, he fell senseless on the ground. He was restored by the application of some water, which was quickly procured, and looking wildly round him, he exclaimed, “You cannot say that I did it! it was dark—who saw me?” “God Almighty saw you, unhappy young man!” said Mr Johnson, in a tone which thrilled through my heart; for he had now taken the dimensions of Stewart's shoe, and found it correspond in every particular to the copy he had drawn. The murderer, for I had now no doubt that this was he, having recovered his strength, started up on his feet, and drawing a sharp-pointed knife from his pocket, threatened to stab to the heart the man that laid hands on him. He then made a desperate spring, and before any person had sufficient presence of mind to prevent him, reached the church-yard wall, which he cleared without difficulty, but losing his balance when he reached the other side, he stumbled forward, and fell on the point of his knife. Ho was now overtaken and secured, and as he was losing much blood, he was conveyed to the manse, which happened to be the nearest house; the surgeon, who was present, attended him for the purpose of dressing his wound. The knife had entered the bowels, and made a dangerous wound, which the surgeon immediately pronounced likely to prove fatal. Tho unfortunate wretch overheard the opinion of the surgeon, and cried out with a savage joy, which filled every person present with horror, “Then I’ll disappoint the law yet. If I could na mak my escape in ae way, I’ll do it in another. Sleep, sleep they say, it’s a sleep.” “Alas! young man,” said Mr Thomson, shuddering as he spake, “in that