defense, the escape of the prisoner, double-ironed, from York Castle, was only cleared up a few years ago by the discovery of a skeleton in irons between the outer and inner walls of the prison, where he had doubtless fallen and perished.

The tradition of Aram's character at Lynn, in Norfolk, represents him as a man of loneliness and mystery, sullen and reserved, but until his apprehension of a reputation entirely unexceptionable. On holidays and when his duties would allow he strayed solitary and cheerless, as if to avoid the world, amongst the flat, uninteresting marshes which are situated on the opposite side of the river Ouse. The spot just at the entrance to the play-ground, at which Aram was taken into custody by two strange men from Yorkshire, is still remarked and pointed out by the school boys.

THE ELM TREE: A DREAM IN THE WOODS.

This was one of the later poems of the author, appearing in the New Monthly Magazine, then under his editorial supervision, in 1842.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE.

First published in Hood's Magazine for January, 1844.

THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.

From Hood's Magazine for May, 1844.

THE SONG OF THE SHIRT.

It has been stated that the original manuscript of the Song of the Shirt is now in the autograph collection of a gentleman of New York. It is wholly in Hood's writing, and has in the center the round mark caused by its being put on the file as "copy" in the printing office of Punch, in which journal it appeared in December, 1843. It came to its present possessor directly from Mark Lemon, editor of Punch. Five guineas was the price paid for the contribution.

THE LADY'S DREAM.

From Hood's Magazine, February, 1844.

THE WORKHOUSE CLOCK.

From Hood's Magazine for April, 1844.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

FAIR INES.

O SAW ye not fair Ines?
She's gone into the west,

To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest :

She took our daylight with her,
The smiles that we love best,

With morning blushes on her cheek,

And pearls upon her breast.

O turn again, fair Ines,

Before the fall of night,

For fear the moon should shine alone,
And stars unrivalled bright;

And blesséd will the lover be

That walks beneath their light,

And breathes the love against thy cheek

I dare not even write!

Would I had been, fair Ines,

That gallant cavalier,

Who rode so gayly by thy side,

And whispered thee so near!

Were there no bonny dames at home,
Or no true lovers here,

That he should cross the seas to win
The dearest of the dear?

I saw thee, lovely Ines,
Descend along the shore,
With bands of noble gentlemen,
And banners waved before:
And gentle youth and maidens gay,
And snowy plumes they wore; -

It would have been a beauteous dream,
If it had been no more!

Alas, alas fair Ines,

She went away with song,

With music waiting on her steps,

And shoutings of the throng;

But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only music's wrong,

In sounds that sang farewell, farewell,
To her you've loved so long.

Farewell, farewell, fair Ines!
That vessel never bore
So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before,-
Alas for pleasure on the sea,

And sorrow on the shore!

The smile that blest one lover's heart

Has broken many more