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 THE LAST SCENE IN THE TRAGEDY.

horrid tragedy at last is o’er,

And the notorious poisoner is no more!

JustieeJustice [sic] has driven the mnrderer'smurderer’s [sic] soul away,

And turned his wretched easketcasket [sic] into clay.

Where now his soul?—in Heaven?—or in hell?

My hnmblehumble [sic] Muse does not pretend to tell.

But, if that dark infernal pit should be

His prison-house throughout eternity,

His hopeless eriescries [sic], and howlings of despair

Must drown the wail of common wretches there.

But if, ere from the tenement of clay

His poor misgnidedmisguided [sic] soul was driven away,

The God of Mercy should have seized the brand,

And pluek'dpluck’d [sic] him from the fire with his own hand,

The grateful songs his joyful heart would sing,

Would sound aloud and make Heaven’s arches ring;

Aud purest praises from his ransom’d soul,

Like mighty rivers would for ever roll.

But here the vailveil [sic] of mystery intervenes,

And hides from mortal eye all fntnrefuture [sic] scenes.

O fellow-mortal! by this fearfnlfearful [sic] case,

Be warned from paths which lead to such disgrace.

on the Lord, and seek to be forgiven,

Through Him who is the only “way” to Heaven.

And, if in glory PritehardPritchard [sic] now should be,

he be joined, O fellow-man, by thee!

But, if tormented in the plaeeplace [sic] of woe,

May thy poor soul to PritehardPritchard [sic] never go!