'Tis then the most devoted servant of our common Master feels compelled to cry, "Mercy! O my Father!--for justice I dare not ask." If thus the Christian passes away--what terror must fill the breast of one whose whole life has been a constant warfare upon the laws of God and man?
How approaches he the bar of that awful Judge, whose commands he has set at nought, and whose power he has so often contemned?
With a fainting heart, and tongue powerless to crave the mercy his crimes cannot deserve! McCloskey struggled long with death--died fearfully hard.

The phantoms of his victims seemed to haunt him in his dying hour, interposing between him and God; and with distorted face, clenched hands, and gnashing teeth, he passed away to his long account.
From the bedside of the corpse Mr.Balch went--late as it was--to the office of the chief of police.

There he learned, to his great satisfaction, that the governor was in town; and at an early hour the next morning he procured a requisition for the arrest of Mr.Stevens, which he put into the hands of the man with the keen grey eyes for the purpose of securing the criminal; and with the result of his efforts the reader is already acquainted..