had committed the murder, had been
saved by the compassion of the surgeon. The latter was sent for; and the
Devil conducted Faustus into the hall of judgment exactly at the moment
he appeared. The attorney-general informed the surgeon of what he was
accused; but the surgeon, being certain of his servant's fidelity,
stoutly denied the charge. He was advised to confess, because a most
convincing witness could be brought against him. He bade them produce
him. A side-door opened, and the murderer stepped coolly into the court,
and, looking the surgeon full in the face, undauntedly repeated his
accusation, without forgetting a single circumstance. The surgeon
shrieked, "O monster! what can have urged thee to this horrible
ingratitude?"

_Murderer_. The hundred louis-d'ors, which you told me of when you sent
me away. Did you think that I was satisfied with merely recovering the
use of my limbs? I was broken alive on the wheel for a murder which I
committed for ten crowns, and I was not fool enough to lose gaining a
hundred louis without running any risk.

_Surgeon_. Thou wretch! thy cries and groans touched my heart. I took
thee down from the wheel, comforted thee, and bound up thy wounds. I fed
thee with mine own hand, till thou couldst use thy shattered joints. I
gave thee money, which thou canst not yet have spent. I discovered to
thee, from regard to thy own safety, the reward which had been offered by
the Parliament; and I swear to thee, by Heaven above, that if thou hadst
told me of thy devilish intention, I would have sold my last rag, and
have furnished thee with the sum, in order that so horrible a piece of
ingratitude might remain for ever unknown to the world. Gentlemen, judge
between me and him; I confess myself guilty.

_President_. You have grievously offended justice by endeavouring to
preserve the life of him whom the law, for the common safety, had
condemned to die; but for this once strict justice shall be silent, and
humanity only shall sit in judgment. The hundred louis-d'ors shall be
yours, and the murderer shall be again broken upon the wheel.

Faustus, who during the whole of this strange trial had been snorting
like a madman, gave now such a thundering huzza, that the whole gallery
echoed. The Devil, who observed that the last impression was about to
destroy the first, soon led him to another scene.

Some surgeons, doctors of medicine, and naturalists had formed a secret
society,