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“ And every day, as sure as day arose, “ Would these three spirits meet me ere the close; “ To hear and mark them daily was my doom, “ And · Come,' they said, with weak, sad voices, “come.' “ To row away with all my strength I try'd, “ But there were they, hard by me in the tide, “ The three unbodied forms and Come,' still come,'
they cried. “ Fathers should pity—but this old man shook “ His hoary locks, and froze me by a look: “ Thrice, when I struck them, through the water came “ A hollow groan, that weakend all my
frame: “ • Father!' said I, . have mercy :?-He replied, “ I know not what the angry spirit lied, — “ Didst thou not draw thy knife ?' said he :—'Twas
true, “ But I had pity and my arm withdrew: “ He cried for mercy which I kindly gave, “ But he has no compassion in his grave.
“ There were three places, where they ever rose,“ The whole long river has not such as those, “ Places accursed, where, if a man remain, “ He'll see the things which strike him to the brain; “ And there they made me on my paddle lean, “ And look at them for hours ;-accursed scene !
“ When they would glide to that smooth eddy-space, “ Then bid me leap and join them in the place ; “ And at my groans each little villain sprite Enjoy'd my pains and vanish'd in delight.
“ In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain “ Was burning hot and cruel was my pain, “ Then came this father-foe, and there he stood “ With his two boys again upon the flood; 66 There was more mischief in their
eyes, more glee “ In their pale faces when they glared at me: “ Still did they force me on the oar to rest, “ And when they saw me fainting and oppress’d, “ He, with his hand, the old man, scoop'd the flood, “ And there came flame about him mix'd with blood; “ He bade me stoop and look upon
the place, “ Then flung the hot-red liquor in my face;
Burning it blazed, and then I roard for pain, “I thought the demons would have turn'd my brain.
“ Still there they stood, and forced me to behold “ A place of horrors—they cannot be told— “Where the flood open'd, there I heard the shriek “ Of tortured guilt—no earthly tongue can speak: “6 All days alike! for ever!' did they say, 6 6 And unremitted torments every day'— “ Yes, so they said:"_But here he ceased and gazed On all around, affrightend and amazed ;
And still he tried to speak, and look'd in dread
Pæna autem vehemens ac multò sævior illis,
Juvenal. Sat. 13. 1. 197.
Think my former state a happy dream,
The Mind of Man accommodates itself to all Situations;
Prisons otherwise would be intolerable—Debtors: their different Kinds: three particularly described; others more brietly-An arrested Prisoner: his Account of his Feelings and his Situation—The Alleviations of a Prison
- Prisoners for Crimes—Two condemned: a vindictive Female: a Highwayman-The Interval between Condemnation and Execution-His Feelings as the Time approaches-His Dream.