appearance gave assurance of the truth of what they said.  In a short time, Mary Warren recovered the use of her vocal organs, and exclaimed, “There are three men, and three women, and two children.  They are all in their winding-sheets:  they look pale upon us, but red upon Tookey,—­red as blood.”  Again, she exclaimed, in a startled and affrighted manner, “There is a young child under the table, crying out for vengeance.”  Elizabeth Booth, pointing to the same place, was struck speechless.  In this way, the murder of about every one who had died at Royal Side, for a year or two past, was put upon Tookey.  Some of them were called by name; the others, the girls pretended not to recognize.  The wrath and horror of the whole community were excited against him, and he was committed to jail, by the order of the magistrates,—­Bartholomew Gedney, Jonathan Corwin, and John Hathorne.

No character, indeed, however blameless lovely or venerable, was safe.  The malignant accusers struck at the highest marks, and the consuming fire of popular frenzy was kindled and attracted towards the most commanding objects.  Mary Bradbury is described, in the indictment against her, as the “wife of Captain Thomas Bradbury, of Salisbury, in the county of Essex, gentleman.”  A few of the documents that are preserved, belonging to her case, will give some idea what sort of a person she was:—­

     “The Answer of Mary Bradbury to the Charge of Witchcraft, or
     Familiarity with the Devil.

“I do plead ‘Not guilty.’  I am wholly innocent of any such wickedness, through the goodness of God that have kept me hitherto.  I am the servant of Jesus Christ, and have given myself up to him as my only Lord and Saviour, and to the diligent attendance upon him in all his holy ordinances, in utter contempt and defiance of the Devil and all his works, as horrid and detestable, and, accordingly, have endeavored to frame my life and conversation according to the rules of his holy word; and, in that faith and practice, resolve, by the help and assistance of God, to continue to my life’s end.

“For the truth of what I say, as to matter of practice, I humbly refer myself to my brethren and neighbors that know me, and unto the Searcher of all hearts, for the truth and uprightness of my heart therein (human frailties and unavoidable infirmities excepted, of which I bitterly complain every day).

     MARY BRADBURY.”

“July 28, 1692.—­Concerning my beloved wife, Mary Bradbury, this is what I have to say:  We have been married fifty-five years, and she hath been a loving and faithful wife to me.  Unto this day, she hath been wonderful laborious, diligent, and industrious, in her place and employment, about the bringing-up of our family (which have been eleven children of our own, and four grandchildren).  She was both prudent and provident, of a cheerful spirit, liberal and charitable.  She being now very aged and weak, and grieved under her affliction, may not be able to speak much for herself, not being so free of speech as some others may be.  I hope her life and conversation have been such amongst her neighbors as gives a better and more real testimony of her than can be expressed by words.

     “Owned by me,