The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . die ; and six weeks were allotted me toprepare for my doom. The six weeks passed—weeks of agony : I hadbeen visited, during the time, by the ministers ofreligion, who earnestly and affectionately pointedme to the only true Source of happiness in vain:I could not pray—I could not repent—I couldnot call on the name of Heaven ! I thought onlyof the gallows and my awful fate. The hour for my execution came; the sheriffconducted me from my dungeon : I mounted thesteps that led to the scafTold ; I looked, and sawbelow me a dense th
The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . die ; and six weeks were allotted me toprepare for my doom. The six weeks passed—weeks of agony : I hadbeen visited, during the time, by the ministers ofreligion, who earnestly and affectionately pointedme to the only true Source of happiness in vain:I could not pray—I could not repent—I couldnot call on the name of Heaven ! I thought onlyof the gallows and my awful fate. The hour for my execution came; the sheriffconducted me from my dungeon : I mounted thesteps that led to the scafTold ; I looked, and sawbelow me a dense throng of spectators, with sadand troubled faces : a few moments passed infearful silence ; then the cap was drawn over myeyes—the rope adjusted round my neck—the wordgiven to knock the platform from under me—*** I rubbed my eyes, and saw myself surroundedby gentlemen who slept contiguous to my chamber,one of whom hoped, that, if I had any regard forthe nerves of my fellow-lodgers, I would postponethe remainder of my Drea3i to some future time! New-York,. ^ 29 DANCING. It is a glorious summer time ; The olive and the blushing lime Are robed in many a purple vest; And on the greenwoods mossy breast, A veil of roses, freshly blown By Floras gentle hand, is thrown, To woo with mornings earliest glanceThe fair-browed Myras tripping feet,Away beneath the orange boughs,Where fairies pledge their fondest happiest girls, at twilight hour,From palace hall and planted bower. Steal forth to wing the mazy dance. The piper sits beneath the branches nod so lovingly, And toss their fragrance to the air ;A smiling boy, with love, I ween,In those two eyes which glance so keen On her, the tempting and the fair :How light his summer robe is flungAcross those shoulders, soft and young,—So light, I note wnth fancys eyesThat throbbing bosom gently strange emotions stirred and * 30 Beyond, a laughing nymph I seeBeneath that same oer-hanging tree,With
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