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“ Two sudden blows with a ragged stick,

And one with a heavy stone,
One horrid gash with a hasty knife

And then the deed was done;
There was nothing lying at my feet,

But lifeless flesh and bone !

Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,

That could not do me ill;
And yet I feared him all the more,

For lying there so still ;
There was a manhood in his look,

That murder could not ki}l !

6 And lo! the universal air

Seemed lit with ghastly flame-
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes

Were looking down in blame ;
I took the dead man by the hand,

And called upon his name?

« Oh God! it made me quake to see

Such sense within the slain!.
But when I touched the lifeless clay,

The blood gushed out amain!
For every clot, a burning spot

Was scorching in my brain !

My head was like an ardent coal,

My heart was solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,

Was at the Devil's price;
A dozen times I groan'd; the dead

Had never groan’d but twice!

“ And now from forth the frowning sky,

From the heaven's topmost height I heard a voice-the awful voice

Of the blood-avenging sprite; "Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,

And hide it from my sight!'

"I took the dreary body up,

And cast it in a stream
A sluggish water, black as ink,

The death was so extreme
(My gentle boy, remember this

Was nothing but a dream).

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“ Down went the corse with a hollow plunge

And vanish’d in a pool ;
Anon I cleaned my bloody hands,

And wash'd my forehead cool,
And sat among the urchins young

That evening in the school.

“Oh heaven! to think of their white souls,

And mine so black and grim!
I could not share in childish prayer,

Nor join in evening hymn;
Like a devil of the pit I seem'd

'Mid holy cherubim.

And peace went with them one and all,

And each calm pillow spread;
But Guilt was my grim chamberlain

That lighted me to bed,
And drew my midnight curtains round,

With fingers bloody red !

“All night I lay in agony,

From weary chime to chime,
With one besetting horrid hint,

That racked me all the time,
A mighty yearning, like the first,

Pierce impulse unto crime!

“One stern, tyrannic thought, that made

All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse

Did that temptation craveStill urging me to go and see

The dead man in his grave!

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“ With breathless speed, like a soul in chase,

I took him up and ran-
There was no time to dig a grave

Before the day began!
In a lonesome wood with heaps of leaves,

I hid the murdered man!

“ And all that day I read in school,

But my thought was otherwhere;
As soon as the mid-day task was done,

In secret I was there :
And a mighty wind had swept the leaves,

And still the corse was bare !

“ Then down I cast me on my face,

And first began to weep,
For I knew my secret then was one

That Earth refused to keep ;
Or land or sea, though he should be

Ten thousand fathoms deep !

“So wills the fierce avenging sprite

Till blood for blood atones!
Ay, though he's buried in a cave,

And trodden down with stones,
And years have rotted off his flesh-

The world shall see his bones!

“ Oh God, that horrid, horrid dream

Besets me now awake!
Again-again, with a dizzy brain,

The human life I take;
And my red right hand grows raging hot,

Like Cranmer's at the stake.

And still no peace for the restless clay

Will wave or mould allow; The horrid thing that pursues my soul

It stands before me now !" The fearful boy looked

up Huge drops upon his brow!

and saw

That very night, while gentle sleep

The urchin's eyelids kissed, Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn,

Through the cold and heavy mist And Eugene Aram walked between,

With gyves upon his wrist.




ALL at once Miss Morbid left off sugar.

She did not resign it as some persons lay down their carriage, the full-bodied family coach dwindling into a chariot, next into a fly, and then into a sedan-chair. She did not shade it off artistically, like certain household economists, from white to whitey brown, brown, dark-brown, and so on, to none at all. She left it off, as one might leave off walking on the top of a house, or on a slide, or on a plank with a further end to it, that is to say, slapdash, all at once, without a moment's warning. She gave it up, to speak appropriately, in the lump. She dropped

Corporal Trim let fall his hat,—dab. It vanished, as the French say, toot sweet. From the 30th of November, 1830, not an ounce of sugar, to use Miss Morbid's own expression, ever “ darkened her doors.”

The truth was she had been present the day before at an AntiSlavery Meeting; and had listened to a lecturing Abolitionist, who had drawn her sweet tooth, root and branch, out of her head. Thenceforth sugar, or as she called it “ shugger,” was no longer white, or brown, in her eyes, but red, blood-red-an abomination, to indulge in which would convert a professing Christian into a practical Cannibal. Accordingly, she made a vow, under the influence of moist eyes and refined feelings, that the sanguinary article should never more enter her lips or her house ; and this pretty parody of the famous Berlin decree against our Colonial produce was rigidly enforced. However others might counte. nance the practice of the Slave Owners by consuming “shugger,” she was resolved for her own part, that “ no suffering sable son of Africa should ever rise up against her out of a cup of Tea !”

In the mean time, the cook and house-maid grumbled in concert

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