EXECUTION Of RICHARD SMITH, in Philadelphia, for the mur der of Capt. JOHN CARSON-August 10, 1816. Tho' justice be thy plea, Consider this;-that in the course of justice, We do pray for mercy, And that same pray'r doth teach us all I. Shakespeare,? THE dreadful tragedy is o'er, The fatal die is cast! Pardon to guilt has barr'd the door, Mercy-the child of heav'nly love- Mercy-the only hope of man, The rainbow of his fears; That smiles away, since floods began, Mercy-thou soul reviving pow'r! When SMITH implor'd thy grace, वे In that tremendous awful hour, Why turn away thy face? V. Has Justice so vindictive grown, Can naught but blood for blood atone ?: Methinks I hear that cherub voice, Pity and pardon were my choice, Foul was the crime-of deepest die Abhorr'd by all that livē; Still my prerogative and cry, Is always to forgive." VIH. If deep contrition mark the soul, No matter what the crime, Tho' large as space from pole to pole, And multiplied as time IX. My arms the penitent embrace, X There still my sympathies infold, For there an ADVOCATE is found, XII. He knows what human passions are→→→ XIII And tho' the horrid act he hates, On the MASSACRE of the AMERICAN PRISONERS, at HOW burns the blood within our veins, The crime whith Dartmoor Prison stains, Infuriate see your passions rise, 'Tis manly, patriotic, just, And cherish well the flame, Till mingling with your mother dust, Inscribe it on the blacken'd scroll And with infernal acts enrol The deeds-the blood he spilt, Cold hearted murd'rer! see him stand, Unarm'd and helpless, see them fall, Slain while they yet for quarters call, Detested coward! is it thus And long may British valor boast Let Shortland's triumph be your toast, But while you revel with delight, Know that Americans are brave, If man to man, and gun to gun, And ship to ship they close, So, should another war commence, Just retribution to bestow To let their royal masters know |