The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1857-12-23

Had never sroaned but twice,
"And now from forth The frowning sky,
From The Heavens iopmosl height,
heard voice-the awful voice
OF the blood-avenging sprile:
Thou gully man! take up thy dead,
And hide il from my sight,
"I took the dreary body up,
And cast in a stream
4 sluggish water black as ink,
The depth was SO extreme.
My gentle boy; remember this
Is nothing but a dream!
"Down went The corpse with hollow plunge,
And vanished IN the pool
Anon cleaused my bloody hands,
And washed my forehead cool,
And sat among the urchns young
That evening in the school!
"Oh, Heaven 10 think of their white souls,
And mine SO black and grim
could not share in childish prayer,
Nor join in evening hymn:
Like a devil Of the pit seemed,
Mid holy chernbim
And each calm pillow spread;
Bul Guilt was my grim chamberlain
That lighted me 10 bed,
Aud drew my midn ighl curtains round,
With fingers 5loody red
GAN night lay in agony,
In anguish dark and deep;
NV ievred eyes dared not close,
But scared aIhast nj seeD:
For sin hat rendered uric her
The keys Of hell 10 keep!
"All night lay in agony;
From weary chime TO chime,
With one beseltiEg honid hint,
That racked me all the time
A mighty yearning like the first
Fierce impulse unto crime -
"One Stern tyrannic thought, that made
all other Thoughts it's slave:
Stronger and stronger every pulse
Did that temptation crave
Still urging me TO go and see
The dead man in his gravel
"Hsaviy rose up, as soon
AS hight was in the sky,
And sought The black acCursed pool
With wild misgiving eye;
And saw the dead in the river bed.
For the failhless stream was dry
'tMenily rose The lark, and shook
The dew drop from its wing;
But never marked it's morning flight,
lnever heard it sing:
For was sloo opiug once again
Under the horrible thing.
"Wilh brealhless speed, like soul in chase
| took him up and ran
There was no lime to dig grave
Before the day began:
In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves,
hid The murdered mani
"And all thai day read in school,
But my thought was other where!
As soon as the midday task was done
In secret was there;
And mighty wind had swept the leaves,
And d still the coTse was bare
"Ther down cast me on my face,
And first began to weep,
TUT kHcw my sUvtct IiIon wac
That earth refused TO keep;
Or land or sea, though he should be
Ten thousand ialhoms deep!
$50 wills the fierce avenging sprite--
Till blood for blood alones.
Ay, though he's buried in cave,
And iTodden down with stones,
And years have rotej off his flesh
The word shall see his bones!
"Oh God, that horrid, horrid dream
Besels me now awake
Again-again, with a dizzy brain,
The human lille take;
And my red hand grows raging hot
Like CrGmmer's al the stake.
"And still no peace for the restless clay
Will wave or mould allow;
The horrid thing pursues my SOUL
II stands before me now ~
The fearful boy looked up aud saw
Huge drops upon his brow
That very night, while gentle sleep
Th. nfahin'o eyelds kissed,
Two siern-faced men set out from Lynn,
Through the cold and heavy MIST
And Eugene Aram walked between
With gives upon his wrists.
ARTISAN WELLS IN SAHARA DEsERT.-At
the meeting of the American Institute Far
mers' Club, in New York, OIL Monday, a
paper was read giving an account of the
success which has thus far attended the