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...years. At length, in the evening, I could stand it no longer. My mind was tired, my memory overtaxed. With one last attempt to master my author's dullness, I yielded to him and retired from the contest exhausted. To invigorate myself I turned to De Quincey. I chanced to take up the volume on Murder, and tried the story of the murderer Johnson. The first few pages were interesting. The interest developed. Before I had read much farther I was conscious of nothing but the meaning of the printed words before...
...reached one of the most exciting parts of the story when my lamp went out. For a moment-so wrapped up had I been in De Quincey-I could not collect my thoughts. Then, as I began to realize where I was, I became conscious of a curious numb feeling about me. When I tried to get up from my chair, I could not. I could not move,-not even an eyelid. My muscles, tense with the excitement of the thrilling narrative I had just read, would not respond to my will. A stronger power than my own seemed...
...advanced toward the children, meaning as I saw to kill them. And it did kill them while I stood by in a gony. I shall not attempt to describe the murder, for the details of it are confused with recollections of what I had just been reading in De Quincey. What I remember most is my own face glancing at me, as the murder went on, with looks of mockery and hate. Then the room suddenly filled with people. I recollect the chill of fear I felt as the instinct of self preservation rushed over my mind. Then with body...
...Good News from Ghent to Aix, Browning. Mason: The Revenge, Tennyson. Montague: Strafford's Defence, State Trials. Pinney: The Diver, Schiller. F. W. Taylor: My Duty as a Statesman, Lamar. H. O. Taylor: The Last Ride Together, Browning. Tufts: Soliloquy of Hamlet, Shakespeare. Vinton: Joan of Arc, De Quincey. Hunt: The Society upon the Stanislaus, Bret Harte. Wheeler: On the Impeachment of Judge Prescott, Webster...
...read "all cruelty"; but it is clear that the art of murder, like that of medicine (in the matter of vivisection), sometimes demands the infliction of pain; cruelty, in this sense, is not always avoidable. For instance, in that admirable and truly Gothic bit of art related by De Quincey, - the killing of the baker, - no inconsiderable amount of distress was put upon the subject of the murder; and yet would Pity itself deduct one atom of it? It was all necessary to the faithful carrying-out of the artist's conception. So, also, where death is produced by fear...