"You have tossed a living man into the cart instead of a dead one.

Do you not hear those sounds ?" And as he spoke, the notes of the pipe swelled to a louder strain than ever.
"I tell you it is the devil--or a ghost," replied the driver; "I will stay here no longer." "Lend me your lantern, and I will go to the cart," rejoined Leonard.
"Take it," replied the man; "but I caution you to stay where you are.
You may receive a shock you will never survive." Paying no attention to what was said, Leonard ran towards the cart, and found the piper seated upon a pile of dead bodies, most of them stripped of their covering, with Bell by his side, and playing away at a prodigious rate.
III.
THE DANCE OF DEATH.
The condition of the prisons at this season was really frightful.

In Newgate, in particular, where the distemper broke out at the beginning of June, it raged with such violence that in less than a week, more than half the prisoners were swept off, and it appeared probable, that, unless its fury abated, not a soul would be left alive within it.

At all times, this crowded and ill-kept prison was infested by the gaol-fever and other pestilential disorders, but these were mild in comparison with the present terrible visitation.

The atmosphere was noisome and malignant; the wards were never cleansed; and many poor wretches, who died in their cells, were left there till the attendants on the dead-cart chose to drag them forth.