. Death's doings: consisting of numerous original compositions, in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers; principally intended as illustrations of thirty copperplates . victim, drags him to the jungle. 334 deaths doings. We must recount, because it evinces an honour-able and lofty sentiment, that, as he stalked awayafter his midnight visit to the prince whom he hadterrified into an instant and shaking submission, avoice was heard through the palace, and by the sen-tinels, as, invisibly, he moved along:— Cowardand slave, who hast consented to sell thy peoplespleasant he
. Death's doings: consisting of numerous original compositions, in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers; principally intended as illustrations of thirty copperplates . victim, drags him to the jungle. 334 deaths doings. We must recount, because it evinces an honour-able and lofty sentiment, that, as he stalked awayafter his midnight visit to the prince whom he hadterrified into an instant and shaking submission, avoice was heard through the palace, and by the sen-tinels, as, invisibly, he moved along:— Cowardand slave, who hast consented to sell thy peoplespleasant health, the term of their life, with all itsconsolations and enjoyments ; their title, it mighthave been, to longevity ;—that thou thyself mightstbe suffered to crawl, in infamy and abhorrence, alittle longer between heaven and earth !!!—It wellnigh grieves me that I permitted the wretch to out-live his meanness and his baseness. But wherefore—I desire to ask and to be an-swered—wherefore are the sons of men so hostile tomy charter, and so fearful of its exercise ?—A char-ter, too, of which I myself foresee and dread the ex-piration? Can none develop and explain this mystery ?. THE MISE]R,- 335 THE LOST TREASURE. Idol of all, the worlds imperial peerless bullion dug from sleeping earth,As sways the despot oer his fettered thousands bow the minions of thy worth:—To groans and midnight tears thou givest master of the frown and smile ;—Alike creator of our woes and nurse of cloudy hate, and venomed mantling grandeur on the tumid vile ! Thou yellow slave of Eastern rifled mine. There gleams from thee a long unweakened charm; A fatal essence is for ever thine That times corroding changes cannot harm; The same magnetic spell in every form— A dumb memorial of the ages fled. When, love for thee, woke up the civic storm;— For thee, the pulsing breast was gored and red. And savage warriors trampled on the pil
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