candle, and, taking up the book which the Jew had left with him,

He turned over the leaves. Carelessly at first; but, lighting on

a passage which attracted his attention, he soon became intent

upon the volume. It was a history of the lives and trials of

great criminals; and the pages were soiled and thumbed with use.

Here, he read of dreadful crimes that made the blood run cold; of

secret murders that had been committed by the lonely wayside; of

bodies hidden from the eye of man in deep pits and wells: which