In Germany coiners be boiled to death in OIL--not cast in of a sudden, but by a rope let down into the oil by degrees, and slowly; first the feet, then the legs, then--" "O prithee no more, my lord, I cannot bear it!" cried Tom, covering his eyes with his hands to shut out the picture.

"I beseech your good lordship that order be taken to change this law--oh, let no more poor creatures be visited with its tortures." The Earl's face showed profound gratification, for he was a man of merciful and generous impulses--a thing not very common with his class in that fierce age.

He said-- "These your Grace's noble words have sealed its doom.

History will remember it to the honour of your royal house." The under-sheriff was about to remove his prisoner; Tom gave him a sign to wait; then he said-- "Good sir, I would look into this matter further.

The man has said his deed was but lamely proved.