Death never excites such sympathy as it does when it assumes the shape of murder.


Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)


Death never excites such sympathy as it does when it assumes the shape of murder.

Death never excites such sympathy as it does when it assumes the shape of murder.

Death never excites such sympathy as it does when it assumes the shape of murder.

Death never excites such sympathy as it does when it assumes the shape of murder.