What else passed?—­He said, “Oh, my dear!  Thee must hate that man, thee must hate the ground he treads on, thee canst not help it.”  The daughter said “Oh, sir, your tenderness towards me is like a sword to my heart; every word you say is like swords piercing my heart—­much worse than if you were to be ever so angry.  I must down on my knees and beg you will not curse me.”

What said the father?—­He said, “I curse thee! my dear, how couldst thou think I could curse thee?  No, I bless thee, and hope God will bless thee and amend thy life;” and said further, “Do, my dear, go out of my room, say no more, lest thou shouldst say anything to thy own prejudice; go to thy uncle Stevens, take him for thy friend; poor man!  I am sorry for him.”  Upon this she directly went out of the room.

Give an account of the paper you mentioned to her, how it was found?—­On the Saturday before my master died I was in the kitchen.  Miss Blandy had wrote a direction on a letter to go to her uncle Stevens.  Going to the fire to dry it, I saw her put a paper into the fire, or two papers, I cannot say whether.  I went to the fire and saw her stir it down with a stick.  Elizabeth Binfield then put on fresh coals, which I believe kept the paper from being consumed.  Soon after Miss Blandy had put it in she left the kitchen; I said to Elizabeth Binfield, “Betty, Miss Blandy has been burning something”; she asked, “Where?” I pointed to the grate and said, “At that corner”; upon which Betty Binfield moved a coal and took from thence a paper.  I stood by and saw her.  She gave it into my hand; it was a small piece of paper, with some writing on it, folded up about 3 inches long.  The writing was, “The powder to clean the pebbles,” to the best of my remembrance.

Did you read it?—­I did not, Elizabeth Binfield read it to me. [Produced in Court, part of it burnt, scaled up with the Earl of Macclesfield and Lord Cadogan’s seals.] This is the paper, I believe, by the look of it; but I did not see it unfolded.  I delivered it into Elizabeth Binfield’s hand on Saturday night between eleven and twelve o’clock.  From the time it was taken out of the fire it had not been out of my pocket, or anything done to it, from that time till I gave it her.  I went into my master’s room about seven o’clock in the morning to carry him something to drink.  When he had drank it, I said, “I have something to say to you concerning your health and concerning your family; I must beg you will not put yourself in a passion, but hear me what I have to say.”  Then I told him, “I believe, sir, you have got something in your water gruel that has done you some injury, and I believe Miss Blandy put it in, by her coming into the washhouse on Monday and saying she had been stirring her papa’s water gruel and eating the oatmeal out from the bottom.”  He said, “I find I have something not right; my head is not right as it used to be, nor has been for some time.”  I had before told him I had found the powder in the