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If an indignant eye we lift above,
To lose some sparkling goblet ill content, Which, but for that keen watchfulness of love, Swift certain poison through our veins had sent."
BY H. G. BELL.
I HAD an uncle once-a man
Of threescore years and three ;—
He was a man of gloomy mood,
His conscience with him wrought;
There was not one in all the house
I was an orphan and alone,-
And in my uncle's room there hung
The picture of my
The words upon the book;
For with a sidelong glance I marked My uncle's fearful look.
And saw how all his quivering frame
A silent terror o'er me stole,
His lips were white as bone-his eyes
He gazed on me, but 'twas the gaze
Then suddenly he turned him round,
That hung before my mother's face ;-
But ne'er before that face to me
"Come hither, boy!" my uncle said,I started at the sound;
"Twas choked and stifled in his throat, And hardly utterance found :"Come hither, boy!" then fearfully He cast his eyes around.
"That lady was thy mother once,—
O God! I've seen her when she held
She smiled upon thy father, boy,
"Twas that which drove me wild!
"He was my brother, but his form
I grudged not that; -he was the prop
And manly beauty was of him
A token and a sign.
"Boy! I had loved her too,-nay, more, 'Twas I who loved her first;
For months-for years-the golden thought Within my soul was nursed;
he conquered-they were wed;
My air-blown bubble burst!
"Then on my mind a shadow fell,
And evil hopes grew rife;
The damning thought stuck in my heart,
And cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my days I loved,
Should be another's wife!
"By Heaven! it was a fearful thing
And mark the placid calm that sat
That seemed in bitter scorn to say,
"I left my home-I left the land-
"I came again-I found them here-
He doted on that pale face there,
"He disappeared-draw nearer, child ;-
But there was one who rightly guessed
"It drove her mad-yet not his death,No-not his death alone:
For she had clung to hope, when all
"I am thy uncle, child,-why stare
The arras waves, but know'st thou not
I, too, have had my fears like these,
"I'll show thee what thy mother saw,-
To open this old chest.
"It has a secret spring; the touch
Is known to me alone;
Slowly the lid is raised, and now--
A sudden crash-the lid fell down-
That night they laid him on his bed,
In raving madness tossed;
He gnashed his teeth, and with wild oaths
And, ere the light of morning broke,
ABOU BEN ADHEM.
BY LEIGH HUNT.
ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase !)
"What writest thou?"-The vision raised its head,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one ?" said Abou. 66
Nay, not so,"
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.