Arkansas true Democrat., 1858-03-02
VIM. F. POPE.
scH1LLER's INFANTIcIDE.

BY c. O. TALLER, OF LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS. PENALTY: " E1ec1tj actA tAe doub7e edged sagord" Hark! The bells sound their dread tolling, And my sand has run its race!
 Be it so! The crowd is rolling
 To the scaifnld Heaven grant me grace! Take, oh world, ths bitter, last adieu Take these tears oh world, as my repenting For the poison, which. like honey dew. Thou wickelly didst give -unreentingl Farewell, yc joys! and ye seductive pleasures, change for you the dark tile moulding gravel Adieu, ye seasons, full of girl hoods treasures, Which so oft the violet wreath me gave! Adieu, ye dreams, so golden and so fairy, Like the flash of fancy and of bliss,
 Woe unto me. they vanish all so airy As they were born-forgetful like Kiss! Lovly in the color of the roses,
 And spotleSs white Of innocence adorned; And my tresses-sporting the young posies The last spring time of my life they mourn'd Woe! unto me! poor victim of seduction And yet I'm decked with robes so deadly white Woe! unto me! the rose and her production, All is changed into hopeless blight
 You, that have never erred-oh, weep for mel our III innocence Is not yet rlNen.
 You, unto whom, kind nature, as lee
 The strength of heroines has given:
 Forgive my human heart, that humanly did feel In a false lovers arm unconsciously abiding; Formy reward: " the executioner's stee." |" 1AtS" for my virtue, which gave way confding An. just now-this very moment futters, Perhaps another round his treacherous heart; And trpacborOns to hrr r,nrIops ba Some shameful lie acting Il demons part! May be just now, he sports fairy cmled And sips the kiss, which willingly she offers, Whilst from this block my blood is hurled! My body left-an object, but to-scotfers! Joseph, Joseph! wherever thou art living, Louisas ghastly spectre follows there! Thou shalt recognize the sign, when given, An appalling sound shall fill thine earl That the ki~s-so girlishly she spended, So full of love-shoUld turn to fury's sound; And the arts by which have been blinded, Are low-degrading- and-n hell but foundl Traitor ah, twas not Lousas anguish, Not her shame, as woman, did thee novel Nor the otfspIing, which was to distinguish Ibee, who author can prove.
 Seo full of selfshness he flies my presence! With fearful eyes traced the dist'ning sail; Oh, the false one! as consoling essence Left but d cold, shuddering '' Fdre1c1U!' And the babe, sweet on mothers bosom Did it rest-so innocenty sweetl Like in the spring, the newborn blossom The fragrant air luxurious does meet Deadly sweet appealed to from all his features, His fathers eye-his fathers stately form; But then the mothers heart was filed with tortures Of outraged love, and of crime enorn! Motherl where's the f4 herl cried to me incessant His infantile-and yet, his thuudring voice. Woman! where's thy husband' was respondant, From ev'ry corner of my hearts faint voicel In vain alas, my orphan wilt thou seek him, Who besides thee other children claimsl Of the mad'ning hour never speaking, When my guilt, gave thee-a jastards name! Oh, thy mother! raging in fever, Lonely and forgotten by the world, Can never reach that source of pleasurc neverl As long mothers guilt is shameful thus unfurled! Alas, alas! each word l hear thee utter Calls back to the paradise I've lost, And deaths keen arrow pierce me-ah so bitter When in thy innocence read thy mothers cost! Hell, oh, He'll Where not meet thee Joseph; He'll oh, Hell! Where once meet blessed! The lash of Eumerides, thy kisses Joseph, With which thy lips, my own, so often pressed! Deep from the grave reverberates thy promise Perurer, Forever do thee hidel Forever is the curse of heav'n against usl
 - And-commtted was" b,tan.icide!" Joseph Joseph! Wherever thou art roaming, That ghastly look-on thee-will ever peep! That stuffed voce-that dreadful moaning Shall rouse thee mad'ning from the arms of sleep! In the starlight's mild and peaceful shining, Shalt thou meet that last that horrid look! Thou shalt meet it. fearfully rePining; Thou shalt read it in lifes dreadful book. Iifeless at my feet my hundred infantl With frozen look eyed him OCT and OCT; I see the blood from fatal gash ncessant Gush forth! my own, eo- mingling with his gore! Oh. how dreadful is the arm of vengeance! The pulsation of my heart-how wild All in vain is now, for me, repentance: " l have murdered my darling chd' Joseph, Joseph. Heaven may forgive thee! " /" forgive thee-wretehed as am! All my hatred have cast behind me; All thy letters cast in the flame! See they burn! and with them all thy kisses, And all thy oaths which they contain, 'they buln! Lit how rapid now the fire misses, Devouring all, for which my heart did yearn! Never trust your lov'ly virgin roses, Never sisters, trust to oatls of menl Beauty's charms were of my fall the causes: Here on the scafold, must bleed for theml The executioner's eye with tears is shaded! Quick, oh quick ao blindfold mel--oh, God- Hast thou never nippd lily 'ere it fadeds Nayl pale exscutioner, tremble not!