Doomster

"Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, / And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, / Sleep the long sleep: / The Doomsters heap / Travails and teens around us here, / And Time-wraiths turn our songsingings to fear."

"You are of opinion that the justice of an execution consists, not in the extent of the sufferer's crime, or in his having merited punishment, or in the wholesome and salutary effect which that example is likely to produce upon other evil-doers, but hold that it rests solely in the robe of the judge, the height of the bench, and the voice of the doomster?"