it sheared off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. it was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it. it hushed the eloquent, struck down the powerful, abolished the beautiful and good. twenty-two friends of high public mark, twenty-one living and one dead, it had lopped the heads off, in one morning, in as many minutes.