Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1856-04-23

skins may differ, but affection
D"els in white aud black the same."-~CowPER.
Twas twelve O'Clock mot twelve at night
But twelve O'Clock at noon
Because the sun was shining bright,
And not the silver moon.
proper time for friends to call,
On Pets, or Penny Post;
When, 10 as Phoebe sat at work,
enc saw her Pompey's Ghost
Now when female has a call
From people that are dead
Like Paris ladies' she receives
Her visitors in bed.
But Pompey's spirit would not come
Like spirits that are white;
Because she was Blackamoor,
And wouldn't show at night
But of all unexpected things
That happen to us here,
Inc most unpleasant is rise
In what is very dear
30 fhpbe screamed an awful scream
10 prove seaman's text;
That after black appearances
hite squalls will follow next.
"0h. Phoebe dear oh, Phoebe dear
Don't go to scream or faint;
You t. ink because Tn black am
The Devil, but amt
Behind the heels Of Lady Lambe
walked while had breath;
But that past, and nm now
walking after Death
"No murder, though, come to tell,
By base and bloody crime;
So Phoebe dear, put of your fits
To some more fitting time
No Coroner, like boatswain's mate,
My body need attack,
With his round dozen to find out
Why have died so black.
some Sunday, shortly after tea,
My skin began to burn
As if | had in my inside
heater, like the urn.
Delirious in the night grew,
And as lay in bed,
They say gatherei all the wool
You see upon my head
"His Iordslip for his Doctor sent,
My treatment to begin;
wish that he had called him cut,
Before hecalled him
For though to physc he was bred,
And passed at surgeons Hall,
To make his post sinecure
He never cured at all
'The doctor looked about my breast,
And then about my head,
And then be shook his head, and said,I
Your case looks very black
And first he sent me hot cayenne,
And then gsmboge to swallow;
But still my fever would not turn
To Scarlet or to Yellow
"With madden and tumeric
He madehs next attack
But neither he nor all his drugs
Could stop my ding black.
AT last got so sick of life,
And sick of being dosed
One Monday morning gave up
My physc and the ghost
"oh, Phoebe dear, what pain it was
10 sever every tie
You know black beetles feel as much
As giants, when they die.
And il there is a bridal bed,
Or a bride of little worth,
It's lying in bed of mould,
Along with Mother Earth.
"Alas some happy, happy day,
In church hope to stand.
And, like muff OF sable skin,
Receive your lily hand.
But sternly with that piebald match,
Ny late untimey clashes,
For now, like Pompe doubled,
Pm sleeping in my ashes
And now FAREWELL last farewell!
I'm wanted down below,
And have bnt time enough to add
One word before 60
In mourning Grape or bombazine
Meier spend your precious pelf--
Don't go in black for me-for
Can do it for myself.
''Henceforth within my grave rest,
But Death. who there inherits,
Allowed my spirit leave to come,
You seemed so out of SPIRITS
But do not sigh, and do not cry,
By grief too much engrossed,
Not for ghost of colOr turn
The color Of ghost.
'tAgain, farewell my Phoebe dear
Once more a last adieu
For must make myself as scarce
AS swans Of sable hue"
From black 10 gray, from gray TO nauglIt,
The shape began to fade
And, like an egg, though not so white,
The Ghost was newly laid