Were I not writing a history, and not a fable, my critical reader might, perchance, conceive that there was something unnatural in the conduct of Wilmot towards the ill-fated Snavel; and that although, considering the treatment he had met with at the hands of the latter, he was undoubtedly right in executing this wild justice upon him – yet, that seeing he could be no gainer by his death, Snavel having no power to make restitution, even to the tender of a doit, he was a little imprudent, in bringing his own throat to the squeeze for the momentary grati cation of loosening the throat of his enemy.