y of two upright posts, supporting a transverse beam, from which dangles a cord.
"Eve, Eve!" cries Adam, shuddering with a nameless horror. "What can this thing be?"
"I know not," answers Eve; "but, Adam, my heart is sick! There seems to be no more sky,--no more sunshine!"
Well might Adam shudder and poor Eve be sick at heart; for this mysterious object was the type of mankind's whole system in regard to the great difficulties which God had given to be solved,--a system of fear and vengeance, never successful, yet followed to the last. Here, on the morning when the final summons came, a criminal --one criminal, where none were guiltless--had died upon the gallows. Had the world heard the footfall of its own approaching doom, it would have been no inappropriate act thus to close the record of its deeds by one so characteristic.
The two pilgrims now hurry from the prison. Had they known how the former inhabitants of earth were shut up in artificial error and cramped and chained by their perversi