n from that grave, that you
would know him?"

"Well I'm sure I can't say. By all accounts the grave makes great
changes, but if it didn't change him very much entirely, it wouldn't be
hard to know him again--for, as I said, he was a remarkable man."

"Well, then, we shall give you an opportunity of refreshing your
memory--here," he said, addressing himself to some person behind him;
"come forward--get up on the table, and stand face to face with that
man."

The stranger advanced--pushed over to the corner of the table, and,
mounting it, stood, as he had been directed, confronting the Black
Prophet.

"Whether you seen me dead," said the stranger, "or whether you seen me
buried, is best known to yourself; all I can say is, that here I am--by
name Bartle Sullivan, alive an' well, thanks be to the Almighty for it!"

"What is this?" asked the judge, addressing Dalton's counsel; "who is
this man?"

"My lord," replied that gentleman, "this is the individual for the
murder of whom, upon the evidence of these two villains, the prisoner
at the bar stands charged. It is a conspiracy as singular as it is
diabolical; but one which, I trust, we shall clear up, by and by."

"I must confess, I do not see my way through it at present," returned
the judge; "did not the prisoner at the bar acknowledge his guilt?--had
you not some difficulty in getting him to plead not guilty? Are you
sure, Mr. O'Hagan, that this stranger is not a counterfeit?"

The reply of counsel could not now be heard--hundreds in the court
house, on hearing his name, and seeing him alive and well before them,
at once recognized his person, and testified their recognition by the
usual manifestations of wonder, satisfaction and delight. The murmur,
in fact, gradually gained strength, and deepened until it fairly burst
forth in one loud and astounding cheer, and it was not, as usual, until
the judge had threatened to commit the first person who should again
disturb the court, that it subsided. There were two persons present,
however, to whom we must direct the special attention of our readers--we
mean Condy Dalton and the Prophet, on both of whom Sullivan's unexpected
appearance produced very opposite effects. When old Dalton first noticed
the strange man getting upon the table, the appearance of Sullivan,
associated, as it had been, by the language of his counsel, with some
vague notion of his resurrection from the grave, filled his mind with
such a morbid and