This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 edition. Excerpt: ... a heart of stone to think that while ye are all dressed out so line, and living in clover here, the poor girl that ye don't as much as wear a black rag for, is lying on a barn floor, and may be at this minute receiving as bad usage from the rats, as she got from the fishes." My mother-in-law, overpowered with horror, fell fainting on the sofa, while my poor Louisa was seized with a violent lit of hysterics. I rushed on the wretch, and would have felled him to the earth, but our pastor ran between us, and pulling him by the arm out of the room, while pointing, to the two unhappy women who required my care, told me not to leave them. And this was my wedding-day, that day so longed for, that was to have been the happiest one of my life L Never was there a house in which grief, dismay, and horror reigned more triumphantly than in mine. On whichever side I looked, faces bathed in tears met my sight, and hysterical sobs and groans, my ear. I was almost maddened, yet in the midst of my despair the consciousness that all this wretchedness had been the result of my folly, my sinr added poignancy to my tortures. Had I not concealed the corpse, it would have long, long since been discovered -- would have received the rites of the church--would have been interred in consecrated ground-- the grave might have been wept over by those who had doted on its tenant, and time, that sole healer of grief, would have, by this hour, softened down the agony, to the effects of which 1 was now a witness, to a tender, pensive recollection of one never to be forgotten. When restored to consciousness, the first words uttered by my wife and mother expressed their intention of immediately setting out for Pendine, to pay the last mournful duties to the dead. "Take off...