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“We scarce were two days' sail from port,
Ere many a back was flayed;
He was fit for such a trade.
“ Though each in turn was treated ill,
'Mongst all the crew alone Bill Jones opposed our tyrant's will; For Bill was cross and old, and still
Did give him back his own.
Old Bill has grumbled at;
But the captain scoffed at that.
And forced him aloft to go: But their duty to do his limbs refused, And at length from the ropes his hands Bill loosed,
And he fell on the deck below. “ Towards him straight the captain flew,
Crying Dog! dost serve me so ?' And with devilish spite his sword he drew, And ran Bill Jones quite through and through,
And the blow was a mortal blow. " At the point of death poor Bill now lies,
And stains the deck with gore; And fixing his own on his murderer's eyes, • Captain ! alive or dead,' he cries,
'I ne'er will leave you more!' 6. You wont ? ' says the captain : “time will show
If you keep your word or not;
And I'll see what fat you've got!'
“So he caused the cook make the water hot,
And the corse, both flesh and bones, (To see what fat Bill Jones had got) The captain boiled in the negro pot;
But there was not much fat in Jones. “ If well his word the captain kept,
Bill Jones kept his as well; For just at midnight all who slept, With one consent, from their hammocks leapt,
Roused by a dreadful yell. “Never was heard a more terrible sound :
Fast to the deck we hied, And there, by the moonbeam's light, we found The murdered man, in spite of his wound,
Sitting close to the steersman's side. “ And from that hour, among the rest,
Bill served, nor left us more;
Still he stood our eyes before.
Or he'd work with right good will To stop a leak, or drive a nail ; But whenever the business was handing a sail,
Then specially ready was Bill.
Did the spectre never miss;
And tendered his platter for his. “ His face look'd pale, his limbs seem'd weak,
His footsteps fell so still, That to hear their sound you'd vainly seek, And to none of the crew did Bill e'er speak,
And none of us spoke to Bill.
"But when three weeks had crept away,
As you just now have heard, The captain came upon deck one day, And quoth he “My lads, I've something to say—
Bill Jones is as good as his word.
He haunts me-haunts me still ;
The first sunbeam shows me Bill
His cold hand gives me wine :
Bill's eyes are fixed on mine.
One means will set me free,
And plunged into the sea.
All stood with staring eyes;
Once more did the captain rise. “Fixed and fearful was his eye,
And pale as a corse his brow,
Bill's with me, with me now! “ Then down he sunk through the foaming flood,
To hell, that worst of havens !
And from meeting with three rayens !”
LORD HOUGHTON, D.C.L.
Before a large church-door,
And carriages a scoreFrom one outstepp'd a lady
I oft had seen before.
Her hand was on a Prayer-book,
And held a vinaigrette;
Clear on the book was set,-
A golden coronet.
For her the obsequious beadle
The inner door flung wide, Lightly, as up a ball-room,
Her footsteps seemed to glidem There might be good thoughts in her
For all her evil pride.
But after her a woman
Peep'd wistfully within,
Life's hardest discipline-
Of weakness, pain, and sin. The few free-seats were crowded
Where she could rest and pray; With her worn garb contrasted
Each side in fair array“ God's house holds no poor sinners,”
She sigh'd and crept away. Old heathendom's vast temples
Held men of every fate;
The steps of far Benares
Commingle small and great ;
Confounds all human state;
Are open all the year;
The Christian's right is clear
Each man the other's peer.
Where this disgrace I saw
In tyranny's base awe-
Beneath the eye of law.
Contracts its ample room-
Within the holy gloom-
Beside the famous tomb !
That desecrates our age-
Iconoclastic rage ?
Restore their heritage ?
THE GIRL WHO TROD UPON BREAD.
Hans CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN. You have doubtless heard of the girl who trod upon bread not to soil her pretty shoes, and what evil this brought upon her. The tale is both written and printed.
She was a poor child, but proud and vain. She had a bad disposition, people said. When she was little more