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And four-and-twenty happy boys

Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt,

Like troutlets in a pool.
• Away they sped with gamesome minds,

And souls untouch'd by sin;
To a level mead they came, and there

They drave the wickets in :
Pleasantly shone the setting sun

Over the town of Lyon.
* Like sportive deer they coursed about,

And shouted as they ran,-
Turning to mirth all things of earth,

As only boyhood can;
But the Usher sat remote from all,

A melancholy man!
His hat was off, his vest apart,

To catch heaven's blessed breeze ;
For a burning thought was in his brow,

And his bosom ill at ease : So he lean'd his head on his hands, and read

The book between his knees ! • Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er,

Nor ever glanced aside ;
For the peace of his soul he read that book

In the golden eventide:
Much study had made him very lean,

And pale, and leaden-eye'd.
• At last he shut the ponderous tome ;

With a fast and fervent grasp.
He strain'd the dusky covers close,

And fix'd the brazen hasp :
O God, could I so close my mind,

And clasp it with a clasp !
Then leaping on his feet upright,

Some moody turns he took,-
Now up the mead, then down the mead,

And past a shady nook,-
And, lo! he saw a little boy

That pored upon a book! ""My gentle lad, what is't you read

Romance or fairy fable ?
Or is it some historic page,

Of kings and crowns unstable ? "
The young boy gave an upward glance,

" It is - The Death of Abel.'"
• The Usher took six hasty strides,

As smit with sudden pain,
Six hasty strides beyond the place,

Then slowly back again;

And down he sat beside the lad,

And talk'd with him of Cain;
And, long since then, of bloody men,

Whose deeds tradition saves ;
Of lonely folk cut off unseen,

And hid in sudden graves ;
Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn,

And murders done in caves ;
• And how the sprites of injured men

Shriek upwards from the sod,-
Ay, how the ghostly hand will point

To shew the burial clod;
And unknown facts of guilty acts

Are seen in dreams from God!
• He told how murderers walk the earth

Beneath the curse of Cain,-
With crimson clouds before their eyes,

And flames about their brain :
For blood has left upon their souls

Its everlasting stain ! "" And well," quoth he, “I know, for truth,

Their pangs must be extreme, Wo, wo, unutterable wo

Who spill life's sacred stream! For why? Methought, last night, I wrought

A murder in a dream!
• One that had never done me wrong-

A feeble man, and old ;
I led him to a lonely field,

The moon shone clear and cold :
Now here, said I, this man shall die,

And I will have his gold !
• Two sudden blows with a ragged stick,

And one with a heavy stone,
One hurried gash with a hasty knife,

And then the deed was done
There was nothing lying at my foot,

But lifeless flesh and bone !
Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,

That could not do me ill ;
And yet I feard him all the more,

For lying there so still:
There was a manhood in his look,

That murder could not kill ! * And, lo! the universal air

Seem'd lit with ghastly flame,
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes

Were looking down in blame :
I took the dead man by the hand,

And call'd upon his name!


"Oh God, it made me quake to see

Such sense within the slain !
But when I touch'd the lifeless clay,

The blood gush'd out amain !
For every clot, a burning spot,

Was scorching in my brain !
• My head was like an ardent coal,

My heart as solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,

Was at the Devil's price:
A dozen times I groaned; the dead

Had never groan'd but twice!
* And now from forth the frowning sky,

From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice-the awful voice

Of the blood-avenging sprite: “ Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,

And hide it from my sight!" • I took the dreary body up,

And cast it in a stream,-
A sluggish water, black as ink,

The depth was so extreme.
My gentle boy, remember this

Is nothing but a dream! • Down went the corse with a hollow plunge,

And vanished in the pool : Anon I cleansed my bloody hands

And wash'd my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young

That evening in the school ! • Oh heaven, to think of their white souls,

And mine so black and grim! I could not share in childish

prayer, Nor join in evening hymn : Like a devil of the pit I seem'd,

'Mid holy cherubim ! • And peace went with them one and all,

And each calm pillow spread;
But Guilt was my grim chamberlain

That lighted me to bed,
And drew my midnight curtains round,

With fingers bloody red!
All night I lay in agony,

In anguish dark and deep';
My fever'd eyes I dare not close,

But stared aghast at Sleep :
For Sin had rendered unto her

The keys of hell to keep ! • All night I lay in agony,

From weary chime to chime,

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With one besetting horrid hint,

That rack'd me all the time.A mighty yearning like the first

Fierce impulse unto crime ! • One stern, tyrannic thought, that made

All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse

Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see

The dead man in his grave ? • Heavily I rose up,-as soon

As light was in the sky,
And sought the black accursed pool

With a wild misgiving eye;
And I saw the dead in the river bed,

For the faithless stream was dry !
Merrily rose the lark, and shook

The dewdrop from its wing;
But I never mark'd its morning flight,

I never heard it sing:
For I was stooping once again

Under the horrid thing. • With breathless speed, like a soul in chase,

I took him up and ran,
There was no time to dig a grave

Before the day began :
In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves,

I hid the murder'd man !
And all that day I read in school,

But my thought was other where ;
As soon as the mid-day task was done,

In secret I was there :
And a mighty wind had swept the leaves,

And still the corse was bare !
Oh God, that horrid, horrid dream

Besets me now awake!
Again-again, with a dizzy brain,

The human life I take;
And my red right hand grows raging hot,

Like Cranmer's at the stake.
• And still no peace for the restless clay

Will wave or mould allow;
The horrid thing pursues my soul,-

It stands before me now !"-
The fearful boy looked up, and saw

Huge drops upon his brow!
• That very night, while gentle sleep

The urchin eyelids kiss'd, Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn,

Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walked between,

With gyves upon his wrist.'

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In the course of December will be published, The Circle of the Seasons for the Year 1829, with a newly digested Preface on the phenomena of the coming Year.

Early in January will be published, in 2 vols. 8vo., Morning Exercises for the Closet for every Day throughout the Year. By the Rev. W. Jay, of Bath. Together with the Eleventh Edition of Family Prayers, by the same Author.

The Rev. Charles Forster, B.D. Chancellor of Ardfert, and Examining Chaplain to the Lord Bishop of Limerick, has in the press, Mahometanism Unveiled: being an attempt to explain, on new, but strictly Scriptural principles, the growth and permanence of the Arch-heresy; founded on an examination of History, both Sacred and


MISCELLANEOUS. The State of the Curates of the Church of England: a Letter addressed to His Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury, in consequence of the publication of the Rev. W. S. Gilly's Horæ Catecheticæ. By a Parish Priest.

Saracenic, and of Prophecy, as delivered in the Old and New Testament.

Preparing for publication, The Vestry and Cottage Library of Divinity, Ecclesi. astical History, and Biography; in a series of duodecimo volumes, to be published Monthly. The first volume, containing Baxter's Treatise on Conversion, will be ready in January 1829. Edited by T. Russell, A.M.

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Mr. William Carpenter is preparing for publication, Popular Lectures on Biblical Criticism and Interpretation.

the substance of two Discourses; together with Self Scrutiny, the substance of a Discourse delivered at St. Thomas's Square, Hackney. By the Rev. Henry Forster Burder, M.A. 1s.

An Examination of Scripture Difficulties, elucidating nearly Seven Hundred Passages in the Old and New Testaments, designed for the use of general readers. By William Carpenter, Author of A Popular Introduction to the Study of the Scriptures, A Scripture Natural History, &c. 8vo. 10s.


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The Paternal Discipline of Affliction,

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