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fied, and their suspicions awakened by the appearance of the bag, soon 

 gave tongue to their fears. The civil authorities, -with a crowd of vil- 

 lagers, were in attendance. They burst open the bolted door of the 

 apartment which led to the retreat of the miser, and beheld him stretched 

 at the door of his treasury. They raised him up — he was dead. In his 

 madness, he had flung himself violently against the door, and a deep 

 wound on his broAv shewed the indention of one of the iron rivets with 

 which it was studded. 



These are the deaths of the three pupils of Rapax. One was gibbetted 

 — the other murdered by his fellow — the third fractured his own skull 

 against the barrier of his wealth. They all got on in the world. 



SONNETS : 



ON A SET or GEMS FROM THE ANTIQUE. 



I. 



What forms are these, touched by the silver hand 



Of honoring Time ? Methinks I see the face 



Of Genius, smiling on the radiant race 



That crowned old Greece with glory, and command 



Even now the love and praise of every land ! 



The Beauty of the Dead herein we trace ; 



Their very minds seem moulded into grace — 



Nay, their most fixed affections may be scanned 



In these life-printed pages. Who may tell 



How thought hath been inspired ! Perchance this form 



Was fashioned in the heart's mysterious cell. 



An image which young Passion worshipped well ; 



Or haply in a dream, a visioned storm. 



First on the mind it rose, a rainbow bright and warm. 



II. 

 'Twas subtle Nature's ever-working skill 

 That gave these graces life. Most calm and white 

 They lie, like clouds. In some enchanted night. 

 When sleep had sealed up every earthly ill. 

 The mind, awakening like a miracle. 

 First in the purple shade, the starry light. 

 The glory, and the marvel, and the might. 

 Found fine Realities, diviner still 

 Than its own Dreams — shapes wonderfully fair. 

 And faces full of heaven. Or from the sea 

 In its proud flow — the peaks, sublime and bare — 

 The woods, wind-shaken — from the shell-strewn lea. 

 Were these creations caught, that breathe, and bear 

 Old Nature's likeness — still, profound, and free. B. 



