34 THE HOSPICE OF ST. BERNARD. 



But, they may be often intimidated from evil, and 

 ultimately established in good, by having shewn to 

 them the dreadful extent of that torture that may 

 work within the breast, till every essential of real 

 happiness is utterly consumed, and the outward 

 appearance of which is nothing more than the bleak 

 and barren crust of an extinct volcano. There are 

 many cases in which the revealed state of a criminars 

 living soul, would be more deterring to the noviciate 

 in sin than the exhibition of public executions here 

 or threats of eternal fire hereafter. Open lo his 

 common apprehension the bosom of a Macbeth " full 

 of scorpions ! '' Shew him the death bed of a Cardinal 

 Beaufort writhing under the torments of despair: 

 Make it plain to him, by such palpable examples as 

 Shakspeare affords, that 



**He still may have judgment here ; that he but teaches 



Bloody instructions, which being taught, return 



To plague the inventor : that even handed justice 



Commends the ingredients of his poisoned chalice 



To his own lips" — That the murderer 



To know his deed, — 't were best not know himself — 



That the " ocean" of *' great Neptune" will never cleanse from 



his hand the stain of blood ; 

 But, that his hand will rather the multitudinous seas incamardine, 

 Making the green one red 1 



THE HOSPICE OF ST. BERNARD. 



Throned on those Alpine bulwarks which divide 



Helvetia, frowning with a warrior's pride, 



from that more favoured clime, whose charms beguile. 



And woo the soul with beauty's magic smile, 



High o'er the chamois' lair and eagle's nest 



Stands the lone Hospice on St. Bernard's breast — 



Lone Hospice ! not for thee that land of mirth, 



All cloudless heaven above, and joy on earth ; 



Life in the breezes, verdure on the plain, 



Groves on the hills, and azure in the main ; 



Nor thine those scenes of fair but fading grace, 



Hands may adorn, or mortal touch deface — 



