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THE SPECTRE PIG.'
And thus she spoke in thrilling tone
Fast fell the tear-drops big :
The pig ! the pig! the pig !"
Make merry with her woe,
Because she whimpered so.
I'n vain your tears are shed,
Ye cannot soothe the dead.
His robes of rosy flame,
The shades of evening came.
Were busy with his dreams;
Wide yawned their mortal seams.
He opened both his eyes,
To lash the feeding flies.
One struggle and one bound-
The pig was on the ground;
His fearful way he wended;
On midnight wing attended.
Back flew the bolt, uprose the latch,
And open swung the door,
Pat, pat, along the floor.
ADDRESS TO A MUMMY.
Two hoofs upon the sanded floor,
And two upon the bed ;
The living and the dead.
What makes thy cheeks so pale ?
To clasp a spectre's tail ?”
The shuddering wretch took hold,
So tapering and so cold.
He strives to loose his grasp,
Those twining spirals clasp.
And fleeter than the wind
The butcher trailed behind.
And morn rose faint and dim :
They did not waken him.
A trampled pathway ran ;
It was the butcher man. 0. W. Holmes.
ADDRESS TO A MUMMY IN BELZONI'S
In Thebes's street three thousand years ago,
And time had not begun to overthrow
ADDRESS TO A MUMMY.
Speak! for thou long enough hast acted dumby;
Thou hast a tongue, come, let us hear its tune; Thou’rt standing on thy legs above ground, mummy!
Revisiting the glimpses of the moon. Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features, Tell us—for doubtless thou canst recollect
To whom we should assign the Sphinx's fame ?
Of either pyramid that bears his name?
By oath to tell the secrets of thy trade ;
In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise played ? Perhaps thou wert a priest—if so, my struggles Are vain, for priestcraft never owns its juggles. Perhaps that very hand now pinioned flat,
Hath hob-a-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass to glass; Or dropped a halfpenny in Homer's hat,
Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
Has any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled,
Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled :
Might tell us what those sightless orbs have seen, How the world looked when it was fresh and young,
And the great deluge still had left it green;
Art sworn to secrecy? Then keep thy vows;
Reveal the secrets of thy prison-house ;
THE COLD WATER MAN.
153 Since in the world of spirits thou hast slumbered, What hast thou seen—what strange adventures numbered ?. Since first thy form was in this box extended,
We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations ; The Roman empire has begun and ended,
New worlds have risen-we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled, Whilst not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled. Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head,
When the great Persian conqueror, Cambyses,
O’erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis,
The nature of thy private life unfold :
And tears adown that dusky cheek have roll’d.
Imperishable type of evanescence ! Posthumous man, who quit'st thy narrow bed,
And standest undecayed within our presence,
If its undying guest be lost for ever?
In living virtue, that, when both must sever,
THE COLD WATER MAN,
It was an honest fisherman,
I knew him passing well ;
Within a little dell.
THE FIELD OF WATERLOO.
And all went merry as a marriage bell ;-
Did ye not hear it ? No; 'twas but the wind
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before !
Within a window'd niche of that high hall
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell;
Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,