text:  The madness which could sport in levity with a trust of seventeen thousand lives walks upon the wind towards heaven coming round by gusts innumerable of angry wailings in the air; voices from nobody knows where are heard clamouring for vengeance; and the caves of Jugdulloc gorged with the "un-coffined slain " will not rest from the litanies which day and night they pour forth for retribution until this generation shall have passed away