as that of a fellow-man with an immortal soul-a "possible angel -to be met hereafter face to face. To me, should this appeal meet with any success, it will be one of the dearest deeds of my pen. I shall not repent a wide deviation from my usual course; or begrudge the pain and trouble caused me by the providential visitings of an importunate phantom. In any case, my own responsibility is at an end. I have relieved my heart, appeased my conscience, and absolved my soul. [HE BRIDGE OF SIGHS. "Drowned! drowned!"-HAMLET. ONE more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Take her up tenderry, Look at her garments Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Make no deep scrutiny " Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, Loop up her tresses Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Sisterly, brotherly, Fatherly, motherly, Feelings had changed: Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: In she plunged boldly, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Ere her limbs frigidly Decently,-kindly, Smoothe, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Perishing gloomily, Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Owning her weakness, And leaving, with meekness, |