And  this  leads  us  to  notice  one
terrible  feature  in  the  little  tragedy
which  was  then  acted  in  the  chamber
of  the  maddened  youth,  with  Con-
science for  an  Accuser,  and  GOD  for
a  Spectator !  He  was  in  the  dark ;
but  in  that  interval  of  ghastly  sus-

Sense  which   elapsed  between   the
raught  and  the  stru|;^e,  between
the  edge  of  the  precipice  and  the
plunge  over  it,  what  thoughts  and
TecoUections  passed  through  his  mind  I
His  early  days,  his  rude  home,  his
daring  hopes  I    We  can  think  that
the   familiar    step    of  his   mother
sounded  at  the  door,  and  her  face
looked  over  his  pillow  with  all  the
gathered  tenderness  of  absence  and
memory. The  history  of  his  life  in
Bristol  shews  that  he  could  not  have
for^tten  her. It  is  remarkable  how
vividly,  in  sickness  or  in  danger,  the
countenances  of  those  whom  we  hav<
known  and  loved  appear  to  our  eyef
We  say  this  in  opposition  to  tw
eminent    authorities. Sir    Thorn*
Brown  and  Mr. 