The Chap-book; semi-monthly . f it; but the mans ex-citement unsteadied him, and he fumbled with the chainand bolt. Then there was a scream in the crowd, Lift the latch! Lift the latch! Another mans handseized the iron and pulled in the contrary way from thisones. The rushing and trampHng went on. The old Pro-fessor was wailing in a high-pitched voice, Oh, myGod ! my God ! The woman was almost within reachof his hand, but he was separated from the door by asurging mass of people. He saw the lion set his teethdeeper and deeper into the womans flesh; and when, ina few moments more, a man was fou
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . f it; but the mans ex-citement unsteadied him, and he fumbled with the chainand bolt. Then there was a scream in the crowd, Lift the latch! Lift the latch! Another mans handseized the iron and pulled in the contrary way from thisones. The rushing and trampHng went on. The old Pro-fessor was wailing in a high-pitched voice, Oh, myGod ! my God ! The woman was almost within reachof his hand, but he was separated from the door by asurging mass of people. He saw the lion set his teethdeeper and deeper into the womans flesh; and when, ina few moments more, a man was found who opened thedoor by throwing aside the chain and lifting the latch,and another came with a rifle prepared to send a bulletthrough the lions body, he knew it was too late. 442 THE LION S DREAM The lions eyes were blazing with a terrible fire, un-seen there before in all the beasts long craven life underthe tamers whip. He had dreamed of the jungle, and,waking, had wreaked a vengeance long overdue. Joseph Edgar ALICE MORSE EARLE 443 CURIOUS PUNISHMENTS OFBY-GON E DA YS IVThe Pillory. HAWTHORNE says in his immortal ScarletLetter: *This scafFold constituted a portion of a penalmachine which now, for two or three generations past,has been merely historical or traditionary among us, butwas held in the old time to be as effectual in the promo-tion of good citizenship as ever was the guillotine amongthe terrorists of France. It was, in short, the platformof the pillory ; and above it rose the framework of thatinstrument of discipline, so fashioned as to confine thehuman head in its tight grasp, and thus hold it up to thepublic gaze. The very ideal of ignominy was embodiedand made manifest in this contrivance of wood and can be no outrage, methinks, against our commonnature — whatever be the delinquencies of the individual— no outrage more flagrant than to forbid the culprit tohide his face for shame. This essence of punishment—the pillory orstretch-ne
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