"Heavily I rose up, as soon And sought the black accursed pool And I saw the dead in the river bed, "Merrily rose the lark, and shook Under the horrid thing. "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 "And all that day I read in school, As soon as the mid-day task was done, And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, "Then down I cast me on my face, For I knew my secret then was one "Oh boy! that horrid, horrid dream And my red right hand grows raging hot “And still no peace for the restless clay That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walk'd between, With gyves upon his wrist. JAMES HURDIS. BORN 1763. DIED 1801. A Bird's Nest. T wins my admiration To view the structure of that little work- No glue to join; her little beak was all. OTHER WRITINGS.-The Roman and the Teuton; Madam How and Lady Why; Town Geology; and a number of Novels. The Last Buccaneer. H, England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high, But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I; H And such a port for mariners I ne'er shall see again As the pleasant Isle of Avès,* beside the Spanish main.t There were forty craft in Avès that were both swift and stout, All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about; And a thousand men in Avès made laws so fair and free To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally. Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold, Which he wrung with cruel tortures from Indian folk of old; Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone, Who flcg men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone. Oh the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that shone like gold, And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold; * AVES.-An island in the Caribbean sea, north of South America. SPANISH MAIN.-The sea near the Spanish West Indies. And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee, To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from sea. Oh sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward breeze A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore. But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be ; So the King's ships sailed on Avès, and quite put down were we. All day we fought like bull-dogs, but they burst the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight. Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside, Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died; But as I lay a gasping, a Bristol sail came by, And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die. |