was executed at Winchester; and Loveday was about to suffer at Reading, had not Smith been proved perjured, to the satisfaction of the court, by the surgeon of Gosport hospital?

"Now, my lord, having endeavoured to show that the whole of this process is altogether repugnant to every part of my life; that it is inconsistent with my condition of health about that time; that no rational inference can be drawn that a person is dead who suddenly disappears; that hermitages were the constant repositories of the bones of the recluse; that the proofs of this are well authenticated; that the revolutions in religion, or the fortune of war, have mangled or buried the dead; the conclusion remains, perhaps, no less reasonably than impatiently wished for. I, at last, after a year's confinement, equal to either fortune, put myself upon the candour, the justice, and the humanity of your lordship: and upon yours, my countrymen, gentlemen of the jury."

"TWAS in the prime of summer time,
An evening calm and cool,
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 untouched by sin:

To a level mead they came, and there
They drave the wickets in:
Pleasantly shone the setting sun
Over the town of Lynn.

Like sportive deer they cours'd 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 glanc'd 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-ey'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;

"Oh, 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 hɔok!

"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 young boy gave an upward glance,
"It is "The Death of Abel.'"

And how the sprites of injur'd men

Shriek upward from the sod,Aye, how the ghostly hand will point To show 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,

Woe, woe, unutterable woe

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 feared him all the more,
For lying there so still:

There was a manhood in his look,

That murder could not kill!