"Oh God! Lord William, dost thou know And canst thou without pity hear "How terrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream; To stretch the powerless arms in vain- The shriek again was heard-it came And near them they beheld a child, A little crag-and all around Was spread the rising flood. The boatman plied the oar-the boat "Now reach thine hand!" the boatman cried : "Lord William, reach and save!" The child stretch'd forth his little hands, Then William shriek'd-the hand he touch'd Was cold and damp and dead! He felt young Edmund in his arms A heavier weight than lead. The boat sunk down-the murderer sunk He rose, he scream'd—no human ear JASPAR. JASPAR was poor, and vice and want On plunder bent abroad he went No traveller came, he loiter'd long And paus'd and listen'd eagerly He sat him down beside the stream So fair a scene might well have charm'd He sat beneath a willow tree, That cast a trembling shade, The gentle river full in front Where pleasantly the moon-beam shone Whose shadow on the stream below He listened and he heard the wind He heard the waters flow along He listen'd for the traveller's tread, He started up and graspt a stake, But Jaspar's threats and curses fail'd He would not lightly yield the purse Awhile he struggled, but he strove He lifted up the murdered man, He cleansed his hands from blood. The waters closed around the corpse, There was no human eye had seen And soon the ruffian had consum'd nd years of secret guilt pass'd on, One eve beside the alehouse fire When in there came a labouring man He sat him down by Jaspar's side, For spite of honest toil, the world His toil a little earn'd, and he Then with his wife and little ones That very morn the landlord's power And now the sufferer found himself He leant his head upon his hand, His elbow on his knee, And so by Jaspar's side he sat "Nay-why so downcast?" Jaspar cried, "Come-cheer up, Jonathan! Drink, neighbour, drink! 'twill warm thy heart,- He took the cup that Jaspar gave, "I have a wife," said Jonathan, "She has no bed to lie upon, I saw them take her bed :- "Our landlord he goes home to-night, "In vain I pray'd him to forbear, When Jaspar saw the poor man's soul On all his ills intent, He plied him with the heartening cup, And with him forth he went. "This landlord on his homeward road He listen'd to the tempter's voice, Along the lonely road they went, They sat them down beside the stream, They sat and listen'd silently To hear the traveller's tread. |