hem, and sent to the grand
jury forthwith."

"My lord," proceeded the counsel, "we are, we think, in a capacity to
establish a much graver charge against M'Gowan--a charge of murder, my
lord, discovered, under circumstances little short of providential."

In short, not to trouble the reader with, the dry details of the courts,
after some discussion, it was arranged that two bills should be prepared
and sent up--one for perjury, and the other for the murder of a carman,
named Peter Magennis, almost at the very spot where it had, until then,
been supposed that poor Dalton had murdered Bartholomew Sullivan. The
consequence was, that Donnel, or Donald M'Gowan, the Black Prophet,
found himself in the very dock where Dalton had stood the preceding day.
His case, whether as regarded the perjury or the murder, was entitled to
no clemency, beyond that which the letter of the law strictly
allowed. The judge assigned him counsel, with whom he was permitted
to communicate; and he himself, probably supposing that his chance of
escape was then greater than if more time were allowed to procure and
arrange evidence against him, said he was ready and willing, without
further notice, to be brought to trial.

We beg to observe here, that we do not strictly confine ourselves to the
statements made during the trial, inasmuch as we deem it necessary
to mention circumstances to the reader, which the rules of legitimate
evidence would render inadmissable in a court of justice. We are not
reporting the case, and consequently hold ourselves warranted in
adding whatever may be necessary to making it perfectly clear, or in
withholding circumstances that did not bear upon our narrative. With
this proviso, we now proceed to detail the denouement.

The first evidence against him, was that of our female friend, whom we
have called the Widow Hanlon, but who, in fact, was no other than the
Prophet's wife, and sister to the man Magennis, whom he had murdered.
The Prophet's real name, she stated, was M'Ivor, but why he changed
it, she knew not. He had been a man, in the early part of his life, of
rather a kind and placid disposition, unless when highly provoked, and
then his resentments were terrible. He was all his life, however, the
slave of a dark and ever-wakeful jealousy, that destroyed his peace, and
rendered his life painful both to himself and others. It happened that
her brother, the murdered man, had prosecuted M'Ivor for taking forcible
pos