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THE FATE OF VIRGINIA.
O, shame on Roman manhood! Was ever plot more clear? • But look! the maiden's father comes ! Behold Virginius here!”
Straightway Virginius led the maid a little space aside,
know. Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more
kiss, And now, mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this!" With that, he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
HAIR FOR SALE.
So spake the slayer of his child: then, where the body lay, Pausing, he cast one haggard glance, and turned and went his
Then up sprang Appius Claudius: “Stop him, alive or dead!
HAIR FOR SALE.
Crouching low in a ditch to die!
'Tis long and fine, and will suit you well;
Beauty was only made to sell.
Who'll buy hair of lustrous yellow ?
Maids and matrons, 'tis bright as gold,
Starving with hunger and bitter cold ;
Buy it, fair ladies, whose locks are thin;
Who care not for heads that have brains within.
Who'll buy tresses, jet-black tresses ?
Maids and matrons, lose no time!
Belonged to a murderess red with crime.
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The hangman's perquisite ! worth a guinea!
Wear them and flaunt them, good madame!
She was reality, you are a sham!
Who'll buy tresses, snow-white tresses ?
Widows and matrons, whose blood is cold,
You're not ashamed of growing old.
We all decay, but we need not dye;
Snow-white tresses come and buy!
Who'll buy hair of all shades and colors,
For masquerade and false pretence ?
That never deceive a man of sense.
'Tis art, pot nature, wins the day-
Marry them, boobies, for you may !
CURRAN'S APPEAL TO LORD AVONMORE.—CURRAN.
I AM not ignorant, my lords, that the extraordinary construcT tion of law against which I contend has received the sanction of another court, nor of the surprise and dismay with which it smote upon the general heart of the bar. I am aware that I may have the mortification of being told, in another country, of that unhappy decision; and I foresee in what confusion I shall hang down my head when I am told it.
But I cherish, too, the consolatory hope, that I shall be able to tell them that I had an old and learned friend, whom I would put above all the sweepings of their hall, who was of a different opinion ; who had derived his ideas of civil liberty from the purest
174 CURRAN'S APPEAL TO LORD AVONMORE.
fountains of Athens and of Rome; who had fed the youthful vigor of his studious mind with the theoretic knowledge of their wisest philosophers and statesmen, and who had refined that theory into the quick and exquisite sensibility of moral instinct, by contemplating the practice of their most illustrious examples,—by dwelling on the sweet-souled piety of Cimon, on the anticipated Christianity of Socrates, on the gallant and pathetic patriotism of Epaminondas, on that pure austerity of Fabricius, whom to move from his integrity would have been more difficult than to have pushed the sun from his course.
I would add, that, if he had seemed to hesitate, it was but for a moment; that his hesitation was like the passing cloud that floats across the morning sun, and hides it from the view, and does so for a moment hide it, by involving the spectator, without even approaching the face of the luminary. And this soothing hope I draw from the dearest and tenderest recollections of my life; from the remembrance of those attic nights and those refections of the gods which we have partaken with those admired, and respected, and beloved companions, who have gone before us-over whose ashes the most precious tears of Ireland have been shed.
Yes, my good lord, I see you do not forget them; I see their sacred forms passing in sad review before your memory; I see your pained and softened fancy recalling those happy meetings, where the innocent enjoyment of social mirth became expanded into the nobler warmth of social virtue, and the horizon of the board became enlarged into the horizon of man; where the swelling heart conceived and communicated the pure and generous purpose ; where my slenderer and younger taper imbibed its borrowed light from the more matured and redundant fountain of yours. Yes, my lord, we can remember those nights, without any other regret than that they can never more return; for
“We spent them not in toys, or lust, or wine ;
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poesy;
THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE.
THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE.-HENRY HARBAUGH.
TTAVE you heard the tale of the Aloe plant,
It reaches its blooming time;
Breaks into a thousand flowers;
Is the pride of the tropical bowers;
Have you further heard of this Aloe plant,
That grows in the sunny clime,
As they drop in the blooming time,
In the place where it falls on the ground;
Grow lively and lovely around ?
Have you heard the tale of the Pelican,
The Arab's Gimel el Bahr,-
Where the birds that live lonely are ?
And cares and toils for their good ?
And fishes the seas for their food.
Have you heard the tale they tell of the swan,
The snow-white bird of the lake ?
It silently sits in the brake;