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wanted the sanction of the emperor. Alexander caused all the circumstances of this crime, so extraordinary in the motives in which it originated, to be reported to him, in the most careful and detailed manner. Here, or nowhere, he thought himself called on to exercise the God-like privilege of mercy, by commuting the sentence passed on the criminal, into a condemnation to labor, not very severe.
*It is said, that a gentleman in England, in order to gain possession of his wife's property, confined her in a mad-house, under pretence of insanity, until she became really a maniac.
'Tis sure some dream, some vision vain ; What! I, the child of rank and wealth? Am I the wretch who clanks this chain,
Bereft of freedom, friends, and health? Ah! while I dwell on blessings fled,
Which never more my heart must glad, How aches my heart, how burns my head; But 't is not mad; no, 't is not mad.
Hast thou, my child, forgot, ere this,
A mother's face, a mother's tongue? She'll ne'er forget your parting kiss,
Nor round her neck how fast you clung;
Nor how that suit your sire forbade;
His rosy lips, how sweet they smiled!
His mild, blue eyes, how bright they shone ! None ever bore a lovelier child:
And art thou now for ever gone?
My pretty, pretty, pretty lad?
Oh! hark! what mean those yells and cries?
Now, now my dungeon grate he shakes.
Yes, soon ;-for, lo you!—while I speak—
He whirls a serpent high in air. Horror!-the reptile strikes his tooth
Deep in my heart, so crushed and sad; Ay, laugh, ye fiends;-I feel the truth;
Your task is done!-I'm mad! I'm mad!
M. G. LEWIS.
I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
And they did live by watch-fires; and the thrones,
A fearful hope was all the world contained:
The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down,
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
The wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
Did glut himself again; a meal was bought
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh.
The crowd was famished by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies; they met beside
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
And, shivering, scraped, with their cold, skeleton hands,
Blew for a little life, and made a flame,
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects; saw, and shrieked, and died;
The world was void;
The populous and the powerful was a lump ;
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped,
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave;
The moon, their mistress, had expired before;
And further on was a stately wood,
And every leaf, though dead, did keep
For there was not one breath to sweep
As though death were too busy with other things sweep their corpses away.
Oh, terrible it was to think
How they did seek in vain for drink