The Lingering Death.

THERE was a man in our village who led an exceedingly disreputable life. One morning when he got up rather early, two men appeared, and led him away to the marketplace, where he saw a butcher hanging up half a pig. As they approached, the two men shoved him with all their might against the dead animal, and lo! his own flesh began to blend with the pork before him, while his conductors hurried off in an opposite direction. By-and-by the butcher wanted to sell a piece of his meat; and seizing a knife, began to cut off the quantity required. At every touch of the blade our disreputable friend experienced a severe pang, which penetrated into his very marrow; and when, at length, an old man came and haggled over the weight given him, crying out for a little bit more fat, or an extra portion of lean, then, as the butcher sliced away the pork ounce by ounce, the pain was unendurable in the extreme. By about nine o’clock the pork was all sold, and our hero went home, whereupon his family asked him what he meant by staying in bed so late. He then narrated all that had taken place, and on making inquiries, they found that the pork butcher had only just come home; besides which our friend was able to tell him every pound of meat he had sold, and every slice he had cut off. Fancy a man being put to the lingering death like this before breakfast!

邑人

邑有鄉人，素無賴。一日，晨起，有二人攝之去。至市頭，見屠人以半豬懸架上，二人便極力推擠之，忽覺身與肉合，二人亦逕去。少間，屠人賣肉，操刀斷割，遂覺一刀一痛，徹於骨髓。後有鄰翁來市肉，苦爭低昂，添脂搭肉，片片碎割，其苦更慘。肉盡，乃尋途歸；歸時，日已向辰。家人謂其晏起，乃細述所遭。呼鄰問之，則市肉方歸，言其片數、斤數，毫髮不爽。崇朝之間，已受凌遲一度，不亦奇哉！