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Remains of Joseph Blacket. 
to prayer, which with uplifted hands iie 
gladly assented to. In this manner, I 
continued to visit him till the 22d ult. 
^hen I was called at 5 o'clock in the 
morning to attend him, Oti entering 
his room, he accosted me with his usual 
kind, but too expressive, look, sitting 
up, supported by pillows, breathing 
quick, perfectly sensible, but hardly 
able to speak. After prayers, he sig¬ 
nified with his hand that I should sit 
down on the bed near him, when he 
with difficulty said, “ Miss Milbanke 
and you will fix upon a spot, a romantic 
one, for me to lie in, and the manage¬ 
ment of the rest, I leave to Lady Mil* 
banke and you.’' This was all he said 
Concerning his worldly affairs to me, 
but in liis last moments he expressed a 
wish to his sister, that Miss Milbanke 
would say something on a stone to his 
memory. An hour or two after taking 
leave, I returned and administered the 
holy sacrament to him, which he only 
survived till twelve o’clock next day, 
when be departed this life, like one 
falling asleep, in full reliance on his 
Redeemer, and with that calm resig¬ 
nation and fortitude which a true faith 
can only inspire. 
The funeral took place the 26th of 
August, 1810, and he was buried in the 
church-yard of Seaham; the following 
lines taken from his own “ Reflcc* 
tions at Midnight,” are engraven on his 
tomb. 
** Shut from the light, ’mid awful gloom, 
Let clay-cold honour rest in state j 
And, from the decorated tomb, 
Receive the tributes of the great. 
Let ME, when bade with life to part. 
And in my narrow mansion sleep, 
Receive a tribute from the heart, 
Nor bribe the sordid eye to weep.” 
BEDLAM j OR, THE EFFUSIONS of 
MADNESS. 
Written after hearing Penrose’s Ode on 
!Ma(fne3s, never before having met with 
that exquisite poem. J. B. 
Has r ! from Bedlam’s frenaied cells, 
How the mad’ning tumult swells! 
Songs of fury ! horrid groans 1 
Shouts exulting ! plaintive moans ! 
T here the Maniac, stung with pain, 
.Rends his hair and gnaws his chain ! 
Direst Rage, with stare aghast. 
Grasps his clinking fetters fast ! 
Desperation,' frantic driv’n. 
Fa is at man, and eurses Heav'n ! 
Pensive Melancholy stands 
With weeping eye and wither’d hands S 
Mad Revenge, with gasping breath. 
Thunders out the yell of death ! 
And the injur’d love-lorn fair 
Moping sits with stedfast stare. 
The soldier shouts, the battle’s won : 
But, hold I the horrid din’s begun I 
1st Maniac.— 
Oh ! for a crag, as huge as Ossa’s self! 
That I might grasp it in my desperate hand, 
And hurl it at yon moon ?—yon moon, my 
curse 1 
My bane ! The cause of all my frenzied 
acts. ' 
Soft! let me think.—Ha I by my swelling 
veins, 
’Twill be a deed befitting my great soul 
To snap my chain and bind it round the 
world ! 
Then liang it o’er her horns j and, with a tilt. 
Drive both among the stats I ha! ha I 
ha I ha I 
How will my keeper stare ! 
2d _^M A N I A C.—f 
Hush, make no noise ! 
Or you will frighten the dear youth away. 
And I shall lose the promis’d violet. 
Joy ! see he comes, the flow’ret in his 
hand : 
Oh! rapture, transport! in ray circling 
arms, 
I’ll fold him thus, 
3d lAKtiixc.—-(Revenge.) 
Vengeance pursue thee! 
Vengeance and curses, fatal as the wound 
Which now my dagger deals thee ! Trea¬ 
cherous, 
Perfidious, miscreant, down ! and let man¬ 
kind 
Learn, from the noble justice of this blow. 
To guard against the fury of a king. 
4th Manx AC.— Revenge.) 
Now all is quiet, and the traitor sleeps. 
Where is my pointed blade } hist! ’twas the 
owl; 
Her screech has wak’d him I see, he rubs 
his eyes : 
But, with my song, I’ll lull liim to repose. 
Then stab him slily. 
Air. 
God of sleep, with magic wand. 
Hover thou his eyelids o’er. 
That my bold revengeful hand 
May seal them up for evermore ! 
oth Maniac. — (^Heroic Exultation ) 
Yes,—yes j— 
A mine beneath that citadel would blow 
The fort and garrison to atoms ! ha ! 
'1 he thought has struck me; yes, by heav’n, 
’cwill do! 
Quick form the raveline and counterscarp j 
pioneers, down with these entangling 
thickecs : 
Level your cannon lower by a foot. 
That’s well j a breach will shortly now be 
made ; 
Plant 
