THE HALL OF JUSTICE. PART II. Quondam ridentes oculi, nunc fonte perenni CORN. Galli Eleg. MAGISTRATE. COME, now again thy woes impart, Till we discern the wounds within. Compunction weeps our guilt away, Our pangs for our offences pay, VAGRANT. The son came back-he found us wed, Then dreadful was the oath he swore ;His way through Blackburn Forest led,His father we beheld no more. Of all our daring clan, not one, And fear'd the tale, which he could tell. But I had mightier cause for fear, For slow and mournful round my bed, I saw a dreadful form appear, It came when I and Aaron wed. (Yes! we were wed, I know my crime,We slept beneath the Elmin tree; But I was grieving all the time, And Aaron frown'd my tears to see. For he not yet had felt the pain, That rankles in a wounded breast; He wak'd to sin, then slept again, Forsook his GOD, yet took his rest.- But I was forc'd to feign delight, With such surprise and horror fraught, That reason felt a moment's flight, And left a mind, to madness wrought.) When waking, on my heaving breast, A sudden fear my voice suppress'd, I seem'd--no words can utter how! I trembled at the dismal sounds, I brought a lovely daughter forth, "Where is my child?"-- Thy child is dead.' 'Twas false-we wander'd far and wide, Through town and country, field and fen, Till Aaron fighting, fell and died, And I became a wife again. I then was young:-my husband sold, He gave me oft, for sinful gold, The slave, but not the friend of vice :Behold me Heav'n! my pains behold, And let them for my sins suffice! * The state of mind here described, will account for a vision of this nature, without having recourse to a supernatural appearance. The wretch who lent me thus for gain, Despis'd me when my youth was fled; Then came disease and brought me pain :Come, Death, and bear me to the dead! For though I grieve, my grief is vain, And fruitless all the tears I shed. True, I was not to virtue train'd, my will. My Husband died, and now no more, Ceaseless I rov'd the country round, Though poor, and abject, and despis'd, At length for arts like these confin'd, And there my long-lost Daughter knew. His Father's child, whom Aaron gave The miseries of the world to brave, She knew my name-we met in pain, This is that heir to shame and pain, No! though the fate thy Mother knew, Was shameful! shameful tho' thy race Have wander'd all, a lawless crew, Outcasts, despis'd in every place ; Yet as the dark and muddy tide, Y |