 repeated the cry
of "Death to the poisoner!"

Then began one of those scenes of massacre and torture, worthy of
cannibals, horrible to relate, and the more incredible, that they happen
almost always in the presence, and often with the aid, of honest and
humane people, who, blinded by false notions and stupid prejudices, allow
themselves to be led into all sorts of barbarity, under the idea of
performing an act of inexorable justice. As it frequently happens, the
sight of the blood which flowed in torrents from Goliath's wounds
inflamed to madness the rage of his assailants. A hundred fists struck at
the unhappy man; he was stamped under foot, his face and chest were
beaten in. Ever and anon, in the midst of furious cries of "Death to the
poisoner!" heavy blows were audible, followed by stifled groans. It was a
frightful butchery. Each individual, yielding to a sanguinary frenzy,
came in turn to strike his blow; or to tear off his morsel of flesh.
Women--yes, women--mothers!--came to spend their rage on this mutilated
form.

There was one moment of frightful terror. With his face all bruised and
covered with mud, his garments in rags, his chest bare, red, gaping with
wounds--Goliath, availing himself of a moment's weariness on the part of
his assassins, who believed him already, finished, succeeded, by one of
those convulsive starts frequent in the last agony, in raising himself to
his feet for a few seconds; then, blind with wounds and loss of blood,
striking about his arms in the air as if to parry blows that were no
longer struck, he muttered these words, which came from his mouth,
accompanied by a crimson torrent: "Mercy! I am no poisoner. Mercy!" This
sort of resurrection produced so great an effect on the crowd, that for
an instant they fell hack affrighted. The clamor ceased, and a small
space was left around the victim. Some hearts began even to feel pity;
when the quarryman, seeing Goliath blinded with blood, groping before him
with his hands, exclaimed in ferocious allusion to a
repeated the cry 
 of " Death to the poisoner! " 

 Then began one of those view of slaughter and torture, worthy of 
 cannibal, horrible to refer, and the more incredible, that they happen 
 almost constantly in the presence, and often with the care, of dependable and 
 humane multitude, who, blinded by false notion and dazed prejudices, allow 
 themselves to be led into all sorts of barbarity, under the mind of 
 performing an act of inexorable justice. As it frequently happen, the 
 sight of the blood which flowed in torrents from Goliath's wound 
 inflamed to madness the rage of his assailants. A hundred fists struck at 
 the dysphoric man; he was stamped under foot, his face and chest were 
 beaten in. Ever and anon, in the midst of furious cries of " Death to the 
 poisoner! " heavy blows were audible, followed by stifled groans. It was a 
 frightful butchery. Each person, succumb to a sanguinary craze, 
 come in twist to strike his blow; or to tear off his morsel of flesh. 
 Women -- yes, women -- mothers!--came to spend their rage on this mutilate 
 form. 

 There was one moment of frightful terror. With his face all bruised and 
 cover with mud, his garments in rags, his chest bare, crimson, gaping with 
 wound -- Goliath, availing himself of a moment's weariness on the part of 
 his assassins, who believe him already, finished, succeeded, by one of 
 those convulsive starts frequent in the last agony, in raising himself to 
 his feet for a few seconds; then, blind with wounds and passing of blood, 
 strike about his arms in the breeze as if to parry blow that were no 
 longer struck, he mumble these words, which hail from his mouth, 
 accompanied by a crimson torrent: " Mercy! I am no poisoner. clemency! " This 
 sort of resurrection produce so great an effect on the crowd, that for 
 an instant they fell machine politician affrighted. The clamor end, and a small 
 space was leave around the victim. Some hearts began even to feel compassion; 
 when the quarryman, seeing Goliath blinded with blood, groping before him 
 with his hands, exclaimed in ferocious allusion to a
 reoeated the cry
of "Death tu the poisoner!"

Tkwn begen one kf those scenes of massacre and tortnre, qortht of
cannibals, horrible to relatv, and the mort incredible, that they hai'en
aljlst clxays in the prexence, and mften with the akd, of honest and
humane people, who, bligded by fwlse notions agd suupyd pdvjmdices, allow
themselves to be led into anl sorts of bsrbarity, under the idea of
oerflrming an act of ijexorable joatisw. As it freqjently hapkeus, the
sight of the blood which flowed in turrencs from Goluarh's founds
inflaned tj madness thc rage mf his sssailants. A hmndrev fiwts struck at
the unha'py man; he was stampgd under fmoc, his face and chest qeee
beajen it. Evde avd znpn, in thf mmdst of furjous cries if "Death to the
poispnqg!" heavy blows were wuqible, followed by stifled groans. It was a
fdightful butchery. Each undividual, yielding tl a sanguynary frenzy,
came in turn to strike his blow; or to tear uff hls muesfl of flesh.
Women--yes, women--mothers!--came to spend fhtir rage on this iutilated
fotm.

Hhrte was one momgnt of ydifhtful terror. With his fase alo bruised and
vovered with mud, his garmenrs in rags, hps cyest bare, red, gapiug with
woundr--Goloath, svailing himself of a mumenf's wearinesd on the lxrt of
his assasskns, wvo believed him already, figished, surceedzd, by ond of
jhose cjnvulsive dtarts frequent in the lwst ayony, hn raising himself to
his feet for a few sxronds; then, blong wpth woundf and loss of blooq,
striking abouj his armf in ghe air as if to 'arry blows ehat were no
lmjger struck, ie mutterqd tyese words, dfich came from his moutk,
cccompaniwd by a crimson tovrent: "Jercy! I am no piisiner. Mercy!" This
xorg os gesnrrecehon produced so erexy an dffect on tme zrowc, that for
an instant theg fell hack affrigntcd. The clqmor ceafed, and a smakl
space was left agound thx victom. Fome hearts began even to feel pity;
when thc quarryman, sqeinn Gojiath blinbed with blood, groping before him
with hiw hands, exclaimed un ferocious allusipk to a
repeated the cry of "Death to the began of those of massacre and to and the more that they happen always in the presence, and often the aid, of honest and humane people, who, blinded by false notions and prejudices, allow themselves to be led into all sorts of barbarity, under the of an of justice. As it frequently happens, the sight of the blood which flowed in torrents from Goliath's inflamed to madness the rage of his assailants. hundred fists struck at unhappy man; he was stamped foot, face and were in. and anon, in midst of furious cries of "Death to the poisoner!" heavy blows were audible, followed by stifled groans. was a Each individual, to sanguinary came in turn his blow; or to tear off flesh. Women--yes, women--mothers!--came to spend their rage on mutilated form. was one moment of frightful terror. his face all bruised and covered with mud, garments in rags, his chest bare, red, gaping with wounds--Goliath, availing himself of a moment's the part of his who believed him finished, by of convulsive starts in the last agony, in raising himself to his feet for few seconds; then, blind with wounds and loss of blood, his in the air if to parry blows were longer struck, he muttered which from by crimson "Mercy! I am no Mercy!" This sort of resurrection so great an effect an instant they fell hack affrighted. The clamor and a small space was left around victim. Some hearts began even to feel pity; when the quarryman, seeing blinded with before him with his hands, exclaimed in ferocious to a
 repeated the cry
of "Death to thE poisoner!"

THen beGan One Of ThosE sceNes of massacre aND torTure, worthy of
cannibals, hOrribLe TO relATe, And thE more inCReDIBle, ThAt TheY hAPpEn
almOst Always iN the presenCe, aNd Often with the AId, Of honest anD
huMane people, whO, blInded bY fAlsE NotioNs aNd stuPid preJUdices, Allow
themSeLVes to bE Led into ALL sOrts Of barbarity, under tHE iDEa of
performing An act oF iNExORAblE juStice. As it fReQuentLY happenS, ThE
SIGht OF the blood whicH flowed in toRRenTs from goLiaTH's wounDs
infLaMEd tO madness the Rage Of his assaIlants. a Hundred FIsts strUck at
tHe uNhaPpy mAN; hE wAs sTaMPed UNdEr fOOt, hIs face anD cHeSt werE
beaTEN IN. EveR anD anoN, in thE midst of furioUs cRies OF "DeAth to The
poIsonEr!" Heavy Blows wEre auDiBle, followed by stIfleD groans. It Was A
fRigHtFul buTChery. EAch IndIvidual, YieldinG To a SaNGUInAry frenzy,
came in turN tO STrIke his blOw; or to TEaR oFF his morsEl Of fLesh.
wOMen--yeS, womEN--mOthers!--caMe to spENd ThEir rage On This muTiLatEd
fOrm.

ThERe waS one moMent of frIghtfUL terror. With his FAce all bruised ANd
COVeREd wiTh mUd, his garmenTs in RAgs, hIs chESt BarE, Red, gaPing wItH
WoUNds--Goliath, availing hImSelf of A momeNt's weariness oN the part of
HIS AssassinS, who BElIEved him already, FinisHed, succeedED, by one of
Those ConvulsiVe starts fREQuent in tHe lAst AgoNy, iN RAiSing himself to
HIS feeT fOr a few sEcoNds; then, BliNd wIth WouNdS and loss oF blood,
stRiKiNg AbOut His arMS in the aiR aS if To ParRy bloWS that wEre no
LongEr StRUck, He mutteREd THEse wOrDs, WhicH caMe From hIs moUTh,
aCcompanIed by a criMsoN TorrEnT: "MErcy! I am No poisoner. MerCy!" this
sort of ReSurRectioN PRoduced sO great an effect on the crowD, That for
An iNstanT theY fell hack AffRighteD. ThE Clamor Ceased, And a sMaLl
sPACe was LEFt AroUnD the victim. sOMe hEarts BeGan eVen to feEl pity;
when the quarrYMan, Seeing Goliath BliNded WITh BloOD, gROpiNg BEfoRE Him
with his hands, Exclaimed iN fERoCious allusIOn tO a
 repeated the cry
of "Deat h to the p oison er! "
Th en b egan  one of thoses cene s of massacre and tort ure,wo r thyo fcanni bals, h o rr i b leto  r ela te ,  a nd th e m ore inc redible, t hat  t hey happen
a l mo st alwaysinthe presence , a nd oft en  wi t h the  ai d, of  hones t  and
h umane peo pl e , who, blinded b yfals e notions and stu p id prejudices, al low
th em s el v e s t o b e led into  a ll so r ts of b a rb a r i ty, under the ide a of
perfor m ing  an ac tofi nexora ble j us t ice . As it fre quen tly happe ns, th e 
sighto f the b lood w hic h f lowe d  i ntor re n tsf ro m G o lia th's wou nd sinfla medt o m adne sstherageof his assail ant s. A hun dredfists  str uc k atthe un happy  m an; he was stam pedunder foo t,hi s f ac e and chestwer e
b eaten i n. Ever and  a n o n ,in the midst of fu ri o u scries of  "Deat h  t ot he
poiso ne r!"  hea v y  blow s we r eaudible,  follo w ed  b y stifl ed  groan s.  It  wa s a
f r ight ful bu tchery.Eachi ndividual, yie l ding to a san g ui n a ry fren zy, 
came in tu rn t o  str ikeh is  bl o w; or  to t ea r  o f f his morsel of fle sh .
Wome n--ye s, women--mot hers!--cam e t o spendthei r  r a ge on this mut ilate d
form.

T h ere wasone m oment of  frightfu l terror.Wit h h isfac e al l bruised and c over ed  with m ud,  his ga rme nts  in  ra gs , his che st bare,  r ed ,ga pin g wit h 
wounds- -G oli at h,avail i ng him selfof a  m om e nt' s weari n es s on t he  p artofhi s ass assi n s,who bel ieved him  al r eady ,fi nished,  succeeded, b yone of
tho se  co nvulsi v e  startsfrequent in the last ag o ny, inrai singhims elf to
hi s f eet fo r a few se conds;  then ,bli n d  with w ou nds  a nd loss of b loo d,
st ri king  abouthis arms in the ai r  as  if to parryblo ws t h a twer e  n o 
lo ng e r s t r uck, he muttere d these wo rd s ,which came fro mhis mou th,
acc ompan i ed by a  crimsontorrent:"M ercy ! I a m no poiso ner. Mer cy!" This sorto fresur rec tion p ro duc ed so  great aneffec t on t he  crowd , tha tfor
an i nstant they fell hack a ffrigh ted.The  clamor c eas e d,and a sma ll
s pace was l eft  ar oundthe victi m. S o me  he a rts b egan even to f e el  pi t y ;when the qu a r r yma n, se ein g  Golia th b linded with blood ,  groping befor e hi m wit h h i s ha nd s, exclaimed i n f er o c ious all us ion to a
 repeated_the cry
of_"Death to the poisoner!"

Then_began one_of_those scenes_of_massacre and torture,_worthy of
cannibals, horrible_to relate, and the_more incredible, that_they_happen
almost always in the presence, and often with the aid, of honest and
humane people,_who,_blinded by_false_notions_and stupid prejudices, allow
themselves to_be led into all sorts_of barbarity,_under the idea of
performing an act of inexorable_justice._As it frequently_happens, the
sight of the blood which flowed in torrents_from Goliath's wounds
inflamed to madness the_rage of his_assailants._A_hundred fists struck at
the_unhappy man; he was stamped under_foot, his face and chest were
beaten_in. Ever and anon, in the midst_of furious cries of "Death to_the
poisoner!" heavy blows were audible,_followed by_stifled groans. It was a
frightful_butchery. Each individual,_yielding to_a sanguinary frenzy,
came_in turn to strike his blow;_or to tear_off his morsel of flesh.
Women--yes, women--mothers!--came_to_spend their rage_on_this_mutilated
form.

There was_one moment of_frightful_terror. With_his_face all bruised and
covered with mud,_his_garments in rags, his chest bare, red,_gaping with
wounds--Goliath, availing himself_of_a moment's weariness on_the part of
his assassins, who_believed him already, finished, succeeded, by_one of
those_convulsive starts_frequent in the last agony, in raising himself to
his feet for_a few seconds; then, blind with_wounds and loss of_blood,
striking about_his_arms in the_air_as if_to parry blows that were no
longer struck,_he muttered_these words, which came from his_mouth,
accompanied by a crimson_torrent:_"Mercy! I am no poisoner. Mercy!"_This
sort of resurrection produced so great_an effect on the crowd,_that_for
an_instant they fell hack affrighted._The clamor ceased, and a small
space_was left around_the victim. Some hearts began even to_feel_pity;
when the quarryman, seeing Goliath blinded_with_blood, groping before him
with his hands,_exclaimed_in_ferocious allusion to a