Once wreathed themselves or plucked the odd white hair, Lie mouldering in the sepulchre, and I, Three fourths my journey made to the same goal, FONTAINE L'EVEQUE, HAINAULT (BELGIUM); Nov. 12, 1854. INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMBSTONE OF MARAT. SLAÍN by an ángel in the guise of woman Lille, Dep. du Nord (FRANCE); Nov. 17, 1854. LÉT men boast their Brútus, Scévolá and Cócles, Women have their greater, Nóbler, púrer Córday. Lille, Dep. dU NORD (FRANCE); Nov. 17, 1854. *L'ami du peuple. Nó tear thén thy cheek wet, Ón the fresh earth gázing Toó, too well, I know thee, Hére there's no place fór thee. TOURNAY (BELGIUM), Nov. 15, 1854. ÁH! it's hated daybreak, Ónce again she has left me Hére alóne to mourn her, Shé that báde me farewell in the vále of Sárca, Wáved her hand and said: "James, Hénceforth wé meet néver Bút in dreams and visions Óf the deep and dead night; "Thén we 'll sómetimes meét, James, As of old we mét oft, And while we 're together Think we 've never párted." Would there were no daylight, TOURNAY (BELGIUM), Nov. 16, 1854. Rúshing unexpected Áh, the hapless creátures! Given them by the good God! Let it come more slowly, Still it comes as súrely, Coils itself about them, Áh the hapless creátures Hé it is I 'd púnish Who the passions gave them, Nót the hapless creátures Victims of the pássions. Walking from FLEURUS to FONTAINE L'EVEQUE, HAINAULT (BELGIUM); Nov. 11, 1854. |