And sought the black, accursed pool And I saw the dead in the river-bed, "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 murdered man! "And all that day I read in school, And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, "O God! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake! Again — again, with 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 fearful boy looked up, and saw That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walked between, A MODERN SERMON. The following exhibits the method upon which the average parson constructs his delectable discourses: "Brethren, the words of my text are: "Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard To get her poor dog a bone; But when she got there the cupboard was bare, "These beautiful words, dear friends, carry with them a solemn lesson. I propose this evening to analyze their meaning and to apply it, lofty as it may be, to our everyday life. "Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard To get her poor dog a bone,' "Mother Hubbard, you see, was old; there being no mention of others, we may presume she was alone; a widow-a friendless, old, solitary widow. Yet, did she despair? Did she sit down and weep, or read a novel, or wring her hands? No! she went to the cupboard. And here observe that she went to the cupboard. She did not hop, or skip, or run, or jump, or use any other peripatetic artifice; she solely and merely went to the cupboard. "We have seen that she was old and lonely, and we now further see that she was poor. For, mark, the words are 'the cupboard.' Not 'one of the cupboards,' or the 'right-hand cupboard,' or the 'left-hand cupboard,' or the one above, or the one below, or the one under the floor; but just the cupboard the one humble little cupboard the poor widow possessed. And why did she go to the cupboard? Was it to bring forth golden goblets, or glittering precious stones, The or costly apparel, or feasts, or any other attributes of wealth? It was to get her poor dog a bone! Not only was the widow poor, but her dog, the sole prop of her age, was poor too. We can imagine the scene. poor dog crouching in the corner, looking wistfully at the solitary cupboard, and the widow going to that cupboard-in hope, in expectation, may be to open it, although we are not distinctly told that it was not half open or ajar, to open it for that poor dog. "But when she got there the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.' "When she got there!' You see, dear brethren, what perseverance is. You see the beauty of persistence in doing right. She got there. There were no turnings and twistings, no slippings and slidings, no leaning to the right, or faltering to the left. With glorious simplicity we are told she got there. |