There is no reason to believe that he had the good of any one at heart; that he had anything in view but his own material prosperity.

He made a bargain with a printer in Batavia to expose Masonry, and lost his life in attempting to carry out that bargain.

Lost his life!--who knows?
The story is a strange one, as strange as anything in the Arabian Nights; there are men still living who faintly recollect the excitement, the fends and controversies which lasted for years.

From Batavia to Canandaigua the name of Morgan calls forth a flood of reminiscences.

A man whose father or grandfather had anything to do with the affair is a character in the community; now and then a man is found who knew a man who caught a glimpse of Morgan during that mysterious midnight ride from the Canandaigua jail over the Rochester road, and on to the end in the magazine of the old fort at Lewiston.