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“O God! it made me quake to see
Such sense within the slain;
The blood gushed out amain!
Was scorching in my brain!
“My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid ice,
Was at the devil's price :
Had never groaned but twice.
“And now from forth the frowning sky,
From 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
The depth was so extreme.
Is nothing but a dream !
“Down went the corpse with a hollow plunge,
And vanished in the pool;
And washed my forehead cool,
That evening in the school!
“O! heaven, to think of their white souls,
And mine so black and grim!
Nor join in evening hymn;
'Mid holy cherubim !
“And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread:
That lighted me to bed,
With fingers bloody red!
“All night I lay in agony,
chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint
That racked me all the timeA 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 craveStill urging me to go and see
The dead man in his grave!
“Heavily I rose up as soon
As light was in the sky,
With a wild misgiving eye;
For the faithless stream was dry !
“Merrily rose the lark, and shook
The dewdrop from its wing;
I never heard it sing:
Under the horrid thing.
“With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him
and There was no time to dig a grave
Before the day began; In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves,
I hid the murdered man.
“Then down I cast me on my face,
And first began to weep,
That earth refused to keep,
Ten thousand fathoms deep!
“So wills the fierce avenging sprite,
Till blood for blood atones;
And trodden down with stones,
have rotted off his flesh, The world shall see his bones !
“O God, that horrid, horrid dream
Besets me now, awake!
The human life I take;
Like Cranmer's at the stake.
“And still no peace for the restless clay
Will wave or mould allow : The horrid thing pursues my
soulIt stands before me now !” The fearful boy looked up,
The urchin's eyelids kissed,
Through the cold and heavy mist;
HOME AND CLASS WORK. Learn the spellings at the top of the page, and write sentences containing these words.
PRECOCIOUS INTELLIGENCE. merchant companion thousand presented diverted demanded repeated permission perfume perplexed happened befalling
Four merchants were sharers in a sum of a thousand pieces of gold, which they had mixed together, and put into one purse, and they went with it to purchase merchandise, and, finding in their way a beautiful garden, they entered it, and left the purse with a woman who was the keeper of that garden. Having entered, they diverted themselves in a tract of the garden, and ate and drank, and were happy; and one of them said, “I have with me some perfume. Come, let us wash our heads with this running water; and perfume ourselves." Another said, “We want a comb." And another said, “ We will ask the keeper; perhaps she hath with her a comb." And upon this, one of them rose and went to the keeper, and said to her, “Give me the purse." “She replied, “When ye all present yourselves, or thy companions order me to give it thee.” Now his companions were in a place where the keeper could see them, and she could hear their words. And the man said to his companions, “She is not willing to give me aught.” So they said to her, Give him." And when she heard their words, she gave him the purse; and he went forth fleeing from them. Therefore when he had wearied them by the length of his absence, they came to the keeper, and said to her, “Wherefore didst thou not give him the comb?" And she replied, “He demanded of me nothing but the purse,
gave it not to him save with your permission, and he hath departed hence and gone his way.” And when they