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head, there the body, and, sure enough, too, the head still 

 wails as if in suffering, and the body heaves, and the dark 

 wiugs quiver, as if in indignation. But it is not alone these 

 quivering pinions which impart a motion like their own to 

 Deborah's whitened lip. It is not even the wail of that dis- 

 severed head which causes her heart to beat like a muffled 

 drum, in accompaniment of its plaintive pipe ; but she sees 

 she sees, plain as the effigy on Master Thomson's new tomb- 

 stone right on the creature's back, between its shoulders, 

 iiuot-Jier head an eyeless skull magnified, by terror and con- 

 sciousness of cruelty, into size above the human. Poor 

 Deborah beholds no more she has seen and heard too much, 

 and falls, plump as her person, on the kitchen floor. There 

 her mistress, after having by reiterated peals broken the par- 

 lour bell, was the first to find her. In due time, this veracious 

 tale of wonder was gathered from the domestic's lips ; and in 

 the mutilated object of her alarm, was discovered the decapi- 

 tated corpse of a Death's-head Moth. 



Xext, in the power of raising superstitious terror, and, as 

 more common than the last, an agent of creating it more ex- 

 tensively, comes the " Death-watch," that pocket time-piece of 

 the grisly monarch, heard, not seen, whose measured tick 

 tick gives warning of its master's soundless footsteps. What 

 hollow echoes are awakened by this monotonous midnight 

 music ! Screwing down of coffins rattle of earth above them 

 toll of the funeral bell salute the trembling ear ; while 



