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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF 



Ours alas ! for ever changing, 



From the period of its dawn, 

 Through what lands, no matter, ranging, 



Nothing leaves, save error's spawn. 



Warn'd by my sad condemnation, 



Hasten to St. Peter's rock ; 

 There alone you'll find salvation, 



For yourselves, and for the flock." 



This was all. — The royal spectre, 



Sank again to endless night ; 

 Leaving each law-church director, 



Dumb with horror at the sight. 



But, to concluding adventures. 



It has been aptly remarked by writers, that 

 death will often spare his victim when far from 

 home, and slay him at last, close to his own fireside. 



Thus fell poor Bruce whom Abyssinian toils 

 could not subdue. Death, without a moment's 

 warning, struck him down at the foot of his own 

 staircase Sancho Panza, was justly of opinion, 

 that there is nothing secure in this life. 



A few years ago, the jubilee which takes place 

 once in every fifty years, was to be celebrated in 

 the city of Bruges ; and the holy blood of our 

 Kedeemer, was to be carried in procession with 

 vast magnificence through the streets. My two 



