19 APRIL 1890, Page 44
Wallace at the murderer of his bride in posse, — archaic
splendour, of which- " Hislop, thou shalt away to hell tonight, " Across the sky spread Night a drapery dense,
With such a crime on thy polluted soul
splendour, of which- " Hislop, thou shalt away to hell tonight, " Across the sky spread Night a drapery dense,
With such a crime on thy polluted soul