Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 23: what you’re looking at

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THH STAMP-OFFICER INITIATED, | 23 of a cruel power have no right to use the name of a just and good Deity. God is great, and his power is wonderful. You Who call on me for judgment, speak and tell me this mortul’s crime.” | “You have spoken his crime. He is the tool in the hands of a human tyranny. He uses his power to wrong his brother man,” said another voice. . There is no crime so heimous in our eyes. What shall be his doom ?” “Tié is yet in the body,” said the attendant voice. ‘ Let him be taken back to earth where true men wait to execute upon him the full earthly measure of his crime. They only wait your pleasure, mighty Pluto.” “Let it be as they will. Spirits ye, who attend upon my pleasure, bear him back to earth. I see in him fruits meet for repentance. If when they try him as mortals can, his heart. is still hard, let his spirit come to me. It is my will. - Death, go with him; and if it is my will, bring him to me. Abaddon, Azrael, Moloch, ye strong spirits, attend him o’er ihe stream !” The unhappy man, who by this time was in such a state shat every thing was real to him, was again seized, and appa- ently raised to a great hight; then his eyes were uncovered, He stood in the midst of a thick woods, lighted only by a single torch in the center. In the circle of gloom outside the fight of the torch, dim figures stood in solemn silence, until a voice called aloud : “ Joram Whitehead.” oe | If the poor fellow had not taken leave of his senses he would have recognized the voice which had pronounced his doom in the regions below. A person who stood by his side culled out : “ Here !” “Lead him forward,” said the voice of the leader, who was, in reality, the stranger. Several hands grasped the officer aud Jed him into the gloom. “ Joram Whitehead,” said the stranger, “you are one of those men who, for the love of gold, would sell your very soul, Weare men who love our country, and have sworn that no foreign tyrant shall trample.on our rights. We haye 7” Commclbooks. Conn