The Argosy . etails of the trial that ensued. This is a true story. Although I have disguised names and loca-lities, in the main outlines I have adhered to fact; and anyone whowishes for fuller particulars can obtain them by searching the policereports of the year 1871. Suffice it, therefore, to say that evi-dence, combined with the clearest circumstantial proofs of hisguilt, convicted John Crawshay of wilful murder, and he was sentencedto be hanged—a punishment which, in my humble opinion, was toogood for him. Mrs. Crawshay narrowly escaped the same fate, but, as nothingtranspired to show
The Argosy . etails of the trial that ensued. This is a true story. Although I have disguised names and loca-lities, in the main outlines I have adhered to fact; and anyone whowishes for fuller particulars can obtain them by searching the policereports of the year 1871. Suffice it, therefore, to say that evi-dence, combined with the clearest circumstantial proofs of hisguilt, convicted John Crawshay of wilful murder, and he was sentencedto be hanged—a punishment which, in my humble opinion, was toogood for him. Mrs. Crawshay narrowly escaped the same fate, but, as nothingtranspired to show that she was implicated in the actual murder, shereceived the mitigated sentence of transportation for life. My regiment was soon afterwards ordered abroad, and as it wassome years before I was home again, I never heard of the ultimatefate of little Nina. Ever since this adventure, I have fled from a lostchild as from a mad dog, and I have given up thought-reading andvtaken to novels. E. CE. SOMERVILLE. 76. THE BANSHEE: A Fact. Twas the banshees lonely wailing,Well I knew the voice of death,On the night-wind slowly the bleak and gloomy heath. HEN a boy of about eight years of age, I was-staying for a few months at an old house in anorthern county of Ireland. The place be-longed to a Mr. Tom Kreane, who had marrieda sister of my fathers mother, and had beenin possession of the family upwards of twohundred years. The external appearance of the house itselfvvas unpretending ; so devoid of architecturalbeauty, that even to my childish fancy itseemed a very ugly structure. It was a nearlysquare block, having a hall-door within a porch raisedsome few steps above the level of the gravelled car-riage-drive. Oblong windows on each side of theentrance porch, and a painfully regular row of exactlysimilar windows above them, topped by two or three smaller in theroof and some hideous chimney-stacks, impressed one with the ideathat the practical architect had had nothing in vi
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