Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1842-02-19
Prom BIackrood, for January.
TIE PRISONER oF,GHfSNT.
BY n. SIMMONS,

M ~
"GHEsT. May s, 1871.
On Monday last, the Nestnr of captives died !
in prison. Pierre Joseph Soee was c,n.
med in 1873 TO he broke on the wheel for hav-
Murdered aNyoune e;h. He was then seven.
years of age. The 'Empress Maria Theresa
'muied his punishment to Imprisonment, for
In 1914 he was set at liberty by Count
haliif, the hetman Of the Gossaeks, whose head
rters were in this city but being destitute Of
means OF subsistence, Of relations and friends,
requested 10 he allowed to return to The same
OIL which ffad been'so long his abode The
nest was granted, and he 'femained'in the Rasp.
: twenty seven years more, (in all siiy.thrfe
rs') and died on Monday, at the age of eighty"
London Times.
SraNn FROM my Path, you solemn pair
Mar block the gateway TO the dead
'DGil Priest, and sleek Mediciner.
With bowl and Bible at my bed!
taste not that touch no, this
The one my loathed life would stav,
The second, DER yon black abyss
Guide to a realm, no doubt, OF bliss.
Like that quit to-day.
Where may once again he born,
May know what means the breeze Of morn,
Then shan-as it before befrll-
SJrne Iiind,ng dungeons endless hell.
See through my cells late opened door,
That miIe,ong line Of vaultcd dark,
Whi,h browns the cropping sight, bcfure
1t galns he solitary spark
OF daylight, that from broad blue skies
-.tnd wild fee woods has struggled in,
Marking the porch where Pity dies
Whore Hope, the long-relaetant, flies
And raves the keys o'SiR.
Gray monk my countless earshavc, pass'd
One straight, eurs'd level black and vast
AS tina, grim gallery, with ray
Of sunshine on their opening way.
Say thou, who preachcst man was sent
Into this God created world
With high benefcent intent,
Why my unriren'd soul WIS hurl'd
Just as it started in the race
Ere Reasons cup had coord my lips
'Efe | could sunder guilt from grace
Down, down where demons iavc, their place
In Deaths unsouHded d.eps
One hour was mine of lovely things,
Flowers, waters, forests, glancing wings,
Then sndden night !-snd shiny slsRc,
Shut me and Madness Up alone!
They said twas Mercy saved me So
The slaves IL corlJ but fly feel
Their busting mace's Ponderous blow.
Strrtch'd on the limb-dividiDg wheel.
! should not then have died the'death
Which tdsess century 10 SLY,
when whelm'd, encha nd and chuked beneath
One marble mass, the channels breath
Its victim rois away.
| should not then have fclt,my mind,
From lonely horrors scared and blind,
Whirl into savage fTeHzy rage,
Like captive tiger round his cage.
Who that had heard me strive. to bIsak
" llh shouts that ceaseless solitude,
Till my fam. grasp refused 10 shrink,
Ard mine became the Idiots mood
When strength Of youh hand manhood's nigh.
10 moplug, soumdiess topper grow,
And the sick undl-cerIihg sight
Une black in,crminable night
Of burial only knew
w ho then had deem'd The driyclrr there
Pluughd by the Avongei s,fery share
OF love- ilic, light once dTaLk his fill,
AS tie 1.-THE rUe-d,sr drinks the rili
Yes give me back one year of bloom,
And though remor.ele,s 'wasmy fall,
and iierseIy dine my monssToas DOOM,
Yet will faceit all!
So once again may but rove
With Hen the fair and evening eyed
Thst thing of radiance and oflovt-
Sweet Maude, Htn IN the, Ghesnui grove
-sSu priced and prrjuIed died.
oh hut 10 watch her on this breast,
sink like folded hower,oTest
Dnce-Oniy Once--as IN thai time
she l,e from 'faisehood-l from crime
The bow of heaven mad less cfsraee
Ia valley waters glass'd and beht,--
The very glory oi her face
Pfesh luslfe To creation lent.
f1hIs heat .ith fie was all TOO full;
By winding brook and messy stone,
And thunl,rous wave. and woodtsnd lull,
4 luved with her he Beautiful,
Aud lived for her alone.
fought one eve our uyst'ng-tree,
The linden bough was budding i'ee,
THi Wild December stTipt II bare
Before again she met me there.
thc cam. a. last. | drank the start,
The blush her uescheious chez be'Toy d
iLnough-lhe li. tide Of her aeaIt
Wa crimson on my blaze
! had a nghl-who taught her first
Eanh's only boon, true love .tu know
~ hen wrong'J IN every dream nufh,
!To,sastch her from the laa, the worst
OfEonows here below.
Not sUeeter went our early hours,
Beneath the happy chesnul flowers,
Than wore that first r, d night away,
When aud Murder wa,ch'd her clay
You know the res'-ye felon's friends!-
The sands of hideous griel are run;
Nor ,ell me, when EsIth's lhraldom ends,
That Heavens is but begun.
dare not ,em the creed divine,
Tha from this porting hour would tear
The trust, ihs, horrors like to mine
May from the eshoid's shine
The blot of boodshed veal
From my llie's page, the hand ofshame
swept hope, love, memory, fortune, name,
The rest--R' morse, fear, ifonzicd voc
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