Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1840-09-11
From the New Monthly for August.
POMpEY,S GHOST.
PATHETIC pALLAp--DY THOMAS HooI


Cowr
IT was Twelve o'clock, not twelve at nigh
But twelve o'clock at noon;
Because the sun was shining bright,
And not tho silver moon.
Aproper time for friends TO call
Or pots, or penny post;
When, 10 as Phpbo sat at work,
She saw her Pompcy's Ghost.
Now when female has a call
From people that are dead,
Like Paris ladies', she receives
Her visitors in bed
But Pompcy's spirit could not come
Like spirits that are white
Because he was Blackamoor,
And wouldn't show at night.
But of all unexpected things
That happen to us here,
The most unpleasant is risc
OF what is very dear.
SO Phoebe screamed an awful scream,
To prove the scaman's text,
That after black appearances,
White squalls will follow next.
"Oh, Phpbc dear! Oh, Phube dear!
You think because I'm black, | am
The devil; but amt.
Behind the heels of lady Lamb
walked, while / had breath;
But that is past, and am now
A-walking after death
No murder, though, come to tell,
BY base and bloody crime;
So Dhuibp Upnr piit al y,,ur Eto
Till some more fitting time.
No cor ner, like boaiswan's mate,
My body need attack,
With his round dozen, to find out
Why have died so black.
On Sunday, shortly after tea,
My skin began to burn,
AZ if had in my inside
A heater like the urn.
Dclirous in the night grow,
Aud as lay in bed,
They say gathered all tho wool
You sec upon my head.
His lordship for the doctor sent,
NY treatment to begin
wiah that he had called him out
Before he call d him in!
For though to physc he wa. bred,
And pass d at Surgeons Hail,
feafnaK6 ms posi- smecurc
He mover cured at all
The Doctor look'd about my breast
And then about my back,
And then he shook his head and said,
Your case looks very black
And first he son, me hot cayenne,
And then gambogc TO swallow
But still my Fever would not turn
To Scarlet or to Yellow!
With madden and with turmcric
He ma de his next attack;
But neither he nor oil his drugs
Could stop my dying black.
Al last got 30 sick ofliGc,
And sick of being dosod,
On Monday morning gave up
My physlc and the ghost
Oh Phoebe, dclr, what pain it was
To sever every tie!
You know black beetles feel as much
As giants when they die
And if there is bridal bed,
Or bride Of little WORTH
Its lying in bed Of mould,
Along with Mother Earth.
Alas! some happy, happy day,
In church hoped 10 stand,
And Ike muli Of sable skin
Receive your lilly hand.
But sternly with that pehald match,
My fate untlmoly clashes
For now, like Pompc-doubie-i
I'm sleeping in my ashes!
And now farewell a last farewclli
I'm wanted down below.
And have but time enough to add
One word before go
In mourning Grape and bombazine
Nc'ci spend your precious pc!f--.
Don't 20 in black for me, for |
Can do ii for myself.
Hcncelorth within my grave rest
But death who there inhorts,
Allowed my spirit leave TO come,
You seemed so out Of spirits
Bat do not sigh and do no, cry,
by grief too much cngrosacd,.--
Nor, for ghost Of color, turn
The color Of ghost.
Again farewell, my Phubo, dear
Oncc more a last adcu;
For must make myself ms scarce
As swans OF sable hue"
From b arl 10 gray, from gray to naught
The shape began 10 fade;
And Ike an egg though no, SO white,
The ghost was newly laid.