The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1849-05-12

Oh, deed OF deathless shame!
charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet
With one OF Assynt's name
Be it upon the mountain side,
Or yet within the glen,
Stand he in martial gear alone,
Or backed by armed men
Face him as thou w0uld'st face the man
Who wronged thy sIre's renOwn,
Remember OF what blood thou art,
And strike the caitti down!
"They brought him to the Watergate,
Hard bound with hempen span,
As though they held lion there,
And not a 'iencelss man.
They set him high upon cart
The hangman rode below
They drew his hands behind his back,
And barred his noble brow,
Then, as a bound is slipped from leash,
They cheered the common throng,
And blew the note with yell and shout,
And bade him pass along
"It would have made brave mans heart
Grow sick and sad that day,
To watch the keen, malignant eyes
Bend down on that array;
There stood the Whig West.country Lords
In balcony and bow
There sat their gaunt and wthered danes
And their daughters all row;
And every open window
Was full as full might be,
With black robed coyenantlng csrles,
That goodly sport too see.
"But when he came, though pale and wan,
He looked so great and high,
So noble was his manly front,
So calm his steadiast eye
The rapple rout iorbore to shout,
And each man held his breath,
For we'll they knew the heros soul
Was face to face with death,
And then mourniul shudder
Through all the people crept,
And some that came TO scutf at him,
Now turned aside and wept,"
I'VE must pass the description of his progress
Up the Cannongate, the scene in the Parliament
House, where his death.sentence is read, and his
Ioble address to the "perured traitors" thete,
md come to the execution OF the sentenced
"Ah, God that ghastly gibbet
How dismel It's to see
The great tall spectral skeleton,
The ladder and the tree
Hark hark it is the clash of arms
The bells begin to toll
He is coming he is coming!
Gods mercy on his soul!
One last, long peal Of thunder,
The clouds are cleared away,
And the glorious sun once more looks down
Amidst the dazzling day.
"He is coming he is coming!
Like bridegroom from his room,
Came the hero from his prison
TO the scatfold aud his doom.
There ,oaS glory on his forehead,
There UGS iuStre in his eye,
.fnd he neUer Waiked 10 battle
More prOud'y than to die;
There was color in his vsage,
Though the cheeks of all were wan,
And they marvelled as they saw him pass
That great and noble man!
ale mounted up the scaffold,
And turned him to the crowd;
But they dared not trust the people,
So he might not speak aloud.
But he looked upon the heavens,
And they were clear and blue,
And in the liquid ether,
The eye OF God shOne through
Yet black and murky battLement
Lay resting on the hill,
And though the thunder slept within,
All else was calm and still.
"The grim Geneva ministers
With anxious scowl drew near,
As you have seen the ravens flock
Around the dying deer.
He would not deign them word noc sign,
But alone he bent the knee,
And yelled his face for Chrisps dear grace,
Beneath the gaows.tree.
Then radient and serene he rose,
And cast his cloak away,
For he had taken the last look
OF earth, and sun, and day.
"A beam Of light fell DER him,
Like glory round the shriven,
find he ciimed the lofty iqdder,
us 1t Were the pam to heaven.
Then came flash from ont the cloud,
And stunning thunder rol
And no man dared to look aloft,
For fear was on each soul.
There was another heavy sound,
hush, and then groan;
And darkness swept across the sky
The work OF death is done !"
TThere i. not one circumstance in this balla
which is not derived from contemporary mem
ories, and stronger proof that reality is superic
to fiction, could hardly be desired 1t would NJ
have escaped the reader to observe with what al
the isnobie manner of the hero's death is man;
ved. II seems to be yelled from the reader as
was from the spectators
"He did lot dare 10 look aloft,
For tear was on his soul.
There was another heavy sound,
A hush, and then groan;
And darkness swept across the sky
The work OF death is done"