Primrose raved continually on this child,
and, asking for pen, ink and paper, wrote
an incoherent petition to the judge, recom-
mending the youth to his protection and
mercy. But, notwithstanding this insanity,
she behaved with composure and resigna-
tion when the fatal morning arrived in
which she was to be launched into eter-
nity. She prayed devoutly during the last
hour, and seemed to have her whole mind
fixed on the world to which she was going.
A crowd of spectators followed her to the
fatal spot, most of whom returned weep-
ing at the
the recollection of the fervency
with which she prayed, and the impression
which her dreadful state seemed to make
upon her.".

No sooner had the name of "Anfield" struck William than a thousand reflections and remembrances flashed on his mind to give him full conviction whom it was he had judged and sentenced. He recollected the sad remains of Agnes, such as he once had known her, and now he wondered how his thoughts could have been absent from an object so pitiable, so worthy of his attention, as not to give him even a suspicion who she was, either from her name or from her person, during the whole trial. But wonder, astonishment, horror, and every other sensation, was absorbed by remorse: it wounded, it stabbed, it rent his hard heart as it would do a tender one; it havocked on his firm, inflexible mind as it would on a weak and pliant brain. Spirit of Agnes, look down and behold all your wrongs revenged! William feels remorse.

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pangs of a guilty conscience were given to William as soon as he had despatched messenger to the jail in which Agnes had been confined to inquire after the son she had left behind, and to give orders that immediate care should be taken of him. He likewise charged the messenger to bring back the petition she had addressed to him during her supposed insanity, for he now experienced no trivial consolation in the thought that he might possibly have it in his power to grant her a request.

The messenger returned with the written paper which had been considered by the persons to whom she had entrusted it as the distracted dictates of an insane mind, but proved to William beyond a doubt that she was perfectly in her senses:

"MY LORD:

"I am Agnes Primrose, the daughter of John and Hannah Primrose of Anfield. My father and mother lived by the hill at the side of the little brook where you used to fish, and so first saw me.

"Pray, My Lord, have mercy on my sorrows; pity me for the first time, and spare my life. I know I have done wrong-I know it is presumption in me to dare to apply to you, such a wicked and mean wretch as I am-but, My Lord, you once condescended to take notice of me; and though I have been very wicked since that time, yet if you would be so merciful as to spare my life I promise to amend it for the future. But if you think it proper I should die, I will be resigned; but then I hope, I beg, I supplicate, that you will grant my other petition. Pray, pray, My Lord, if you

A few momentary sensations from the cannot pardon me, be merciful to the child

DIES IRE.

FROM THE LATIN OF THOMAS OF CELANO.

AY of vengeance, without King of majesty tremendous,
By thy saving grace defend us,
Earth shall end in flame Fount of pity, safety send us!

inorrow,

and sorrow,

As from saint and seer we

borrow.

Ah! what terror is im

pending

When the Judge is seen
descending,

Holy Jesus, meek, forbearing,

For my sins the death-crown wearing,
Save me in that day despairing.

Worn and weary, thou hast sought me,
By thy cross and passion bought me :
Spare the hope thy labors brought me.

And each secret veil is Righteous Judge of retribution,

rending!

To the throne the trumpet sounding,
Through the sepulchres resounding,
Summons all, with voice astounding.

Death and Nature, 'mazed, are quaking,
When, the grave's long slumber breaking,
Man to judgment is awaking.

On the written volume's pages
Life is shown in all its stages-
Judgment-record of past ages!

Sits the Judge, the raised arraigning,
Darkest mysteries explaining,
Nothing unavenged remaining.

What shall I, then, say, unfriended,
By no advocate attended,
When the just are scarce defended?

Give, oh, give me absolution
Ere the day of dissolution.

As a guilty culprit groaning,
Flushed my face, my errors owning,
Hear, O God, my spirit's moaning!

Thou to Mary gavst remission,
Heardst the dying thief's petition,
Badst me hope in my contrition.

In my prayers no grace discerning,
Yet, on me thy favor turning,
Save my soul from endless burning.

Give me, when thy sheep confiding
Thou art from the goats dividing,
On thy right a place abiding.

When the wicked are confounded
And by bitter flames surrounded,
Be my joyful pardon sounded.

CEDMON.

SAT

SATAN'S SPEECH.

ATAN harangued,
Sorrowing spake,

He who hell henceforth
Should rule,

Govern the abyss.

He was erst God's angel,
Fair in heaven,

S. O. BEETON.

EDMON is considered the of lines from the great poet." The time earliest of the English po- of Cadmon's death is uncertain--probably ets. He was a man sprung about 680. from the people, and at one time in his life was a mere cowherd. He was, however, addressed one night by a stranger, as he thought, in his sleep, and asked to sing a song. He replied that he could not, when the stranger urged that he could, and that he could sing the "Creation." Cadmon then, wondering at himself, began to sing most beautiful verses. He soon afterward awoke, and went immediately to the reeve of Whitby, who, wise and good man that he was, took him to the abbey and told the wondrous story to the abbess Hilda. He recounted the last night's adventure and repeated the verses, which at once obtained the admiration of the persons present. They then explained to him other parts of Holy Scripture, whereupon he went home and produced a beautiful poem. At the request of the ab-1 bess he became a monk, and continued to write poems founded on sacred history.

There is a striking resemblance between Cadmon's account of "The Fall of Man," etc., and portions of Milton's "Paradise Lost." Conybeare, in his Illustrations of Anglo-Saxon Poetry, says: "The pride, rebellion and punishment of Satan and his princes have a resemblance to Milton so remarkable that most of this portion might be almost literally translated by a cento

Until him his mind urged,
And his pride
Most of all.

That he would not
The Lord of hosts'
Word revere.

Boiled within him

His thought about his heart,
Hot was without him
His dire punishment,
Then spake he the words:
"This narrow place is most unlike
That other that we ere knew,
High in heaven's kingdom,
Which Master bestowed on me,
Though we it, for the All-powerful,
May not possess,

my

Must cede our realm.

Yet hath he not done rightly,
That he hath struck us down
To the fiery abyss
Of the hot hell,