3 02 MY LIFE 



"Where are the eyes that fearless gazed? 



Their lustre now is fled. 

 Where is the tongue where hung the jest? 



Inanimate and dead. 

 The snowy neck she used to deck, 



The axe has left it red. 



"A ghastly sight it is to see 

 My Second bleeding there, 

 Distorted now those features, erst 



So perfect and so fair; 

 No art can dress that gory tress 

 Of dark, luxuriant hair. 



"This is a scene from history's page, 

 The triumph of might and wrong; 



That barbarous age has passed away 

 With the power of the proud and strong; 



But still in our day by law we slay 

 To teach the erring throng. 



" To show our abhorrence of shedding blood 



We send the murderer's soul, 

 Unfit, I ween, to meet his judge, 



To a last and awful goal. 

 He who can draw good from such law 



Must be my senseless Whole." 



Solutions of the Enigmas. 

 I. Donkey. 2. Ireland. 3. Smithfield. 4. Blockhead. 



