did not know whether my dear old Mary lived or not. Here was I married again after more than three thousand years. I had denied, I had degraded the finest creature God had ever made, and I had forgotten one of the best of creatures, who, in the old world days, I dearly loved. I had allowed my Mary's memory to die and be a blank to me. I felt that I was one of the greatest monsters in the world; I lay down and rolled about on the dark, damp floor; I cared not what they would do with me now. I prayed that I might be killed to put me out of this mental torture; but the release from life to death was not for me, I was too vile for this.
I think I must have been two days in confinement, when I was taken from my cell. I was led into a room, at one end of which were seated three judges (the same that I had seen when with the Recorder). A clerk sat at a table under them, and was arranging tablets when I entered. At the side of the table opposite to me, sat my late friend, the Recorder. I was told to be seated opposite
