EPILOGUE.

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And if* Time had not thought it a sin,

For ever to stand behind wicket;The Batsman might still have been in,

And Death might have still play'd at cricket!

THE CAPTIVE.

Tvvas I who set the wretched Captive free,

And eas'd him of his load of misery—

In mercy bore him from a dungeon's gloom,

And laid his body in the silent tomb:

His mortal part commingled with its kindred dust—

His spirit took its flight, to join " the good and just."

THE SERENADER.

Would you know why so slily I grasp d the stiletto,

And slew young Adonis, the gay Serenader?I had just before seen, in a foul lazaretto,

A fair one expire :—it was he first betray'd her!No longer, said I, shall thy strains, tho' melodious,

Their aid lend to lead lovely woman astray ;Not a chord shalt thou strike for a purpose soodious—

So haste, Serenader ! Death calls thee away!