The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-12-06
Albaut gsgister,
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'Inat Mlgnk SAW not JuuASs AHe
next day.
CHASTITY. clay.whlte, u shadow of
man,
With robes All sOiled and torn, aud
tangled beaisl,
int0 the chamber where the c0tincil sat
Came feebly staggering; scarce should
have known
Twas Judas, with that haggatd, blast
ed face;
So had that nights great horror altered
him.
As one all blindly walking In q dream
He to the table came against It leaned
Glared wildly round awhile. then
stretching forth.
From his torn robes trembling hand,
flung down
AS IL snake had stung him, small
NJ purse
That broke and scattered Its white
coins about,
And with a shrill voice cried, Take
back the purse!
Twas not for that foul dross | did the
deed
Twas not for tl,at--oh, horror! not
for that!
But that | dill believe he was the Lord;
And that he il the Lord still believe.
But oh, the sin the sin! have be-
trayed
The innocent blood, and | AM lost =
am lost. =
So crying, round his face his robes he
threw,
And blindly rushed away; and we,
aghast,
looked round, and no one for a
moment spoke.
Seeing that face, could but fear the
end;
For death was In Il, looking through
his eyes.
Nor could | follow TO arrest the fate
That drove him nadly on with scOrp-
lon whip.
AT last the duty Of the day was done.
And night came on. Forth from the
gates went
Anxious and panied BY many dubious
thought,
To seek for Judas, ami to comfort him.
The sky was dark with heavy lower
Ing clouds;
A lifeless, stifihing air weighed on the
world;
A dreadful silence like a nightmare lay
Crouched Ofl It's bosom, waiting, grim
and grey, .s
lii horrible suspense Of some dread
thing.
A creeping sense Of death, 4 sickening
smell,
InfsctNl the dull breathing OF the wind.
A thrill Of ghosts went By me now and
then,
And made my flesh creep as wander
ed OIL.
Atlast Tcame to where d acedar stretcll'i
Its black arms out beneath dusky
Foek,
And, passing through It's shadow. all
nc Oglce
j startled fOr ag,inss the dnblOiis light
A dark and lsrslvy lll,lss that TO and fro
swung slowly with its weight, bpf,rc
me grew.
"A sick dreall sense came over me; |
stopped
could not stir. "A cold and clamuy
sweat
OOzed ont all over me; and all my
limbs IN
Bending with trcmulOus weakness like
4 achild's,
Gave way beneath me. Then ) sense
Of shame
Aroused me. | advanced, stretched
forth my hand
And pushed tile shapeless mass and
at my touch
II yielding ng-tle branch above
It creakesl
And back returning struck against my
face.
A human body! Was It dead or not
swiftly my sword drew and ctIt Il
down,
And 0n tie sand all heavily II dropped.
plicked The robes away, exposed the
face-
Twas Judas, as | feared, cold, stiff,
and dead;
That suffering heart Of Ills had ceased
to beat =
Thus Lyslas spoke, and ended. Icon-
Tess
This story Of poor Judas touched me
much.
What horrible revulsions must have
AcrOss that spirit IN those few last
hours
What stCrms, THAT tore up lie even to
its riots
Say what y0e will-gFant all slIe guilt
--aGld still
What pallgs Oi ifcad fesnOrse what
aeOnles
on desperate repentance, Ill too late.
nj tlIat Wild interval between the crime
And IT'S Isst md atsileTlient life, the
while.
Laden uitll hosrCr Al too great to bear.