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42 Literary Gazette, 5th April 1823, Page 219

ORIGINAL POETRY. POETICAL CATALOGUE OF PICTURES. [To be continued occasionally.] A Maniac visited by his Family in confinement: by Davis.

His arms are bound with iron, though they look Weak as a child's, for they are thin and withered, And the large veins seem drained. Upon his cheek Is scarcely left one single hue of life, So gaunt, so ghastly, and the fierce dark eyes, Set in their vacancy, scowl from beneath The shaggy eye-brows like the lightning fires Sent out from the grey cloud. For many years His bed has been upon that cold stone floor— It is worn with the pressure of his limbs. For many years he has not breathed the air, The wholesome open air; the sun, the moon, The stars, the clouds, the fair blue heaven, the spring, The flowers, the trees, and the sweet face of man, Song, or words yet more musical than song, Affections, feelings, social intercourse (Unless remembered in his fairy dreams) Have all been strangers to his solitude!— A curse is set on him, like poverty, Or leprosy, or the red plague, but worse,— The heart has sent its fire up to the brain, And he is mad. What can have made this wreck? He was once young and beautiful, and brave, Trusting, as noble spirits ever are, And he was wronged, betrayed, tortured, deceived, Heard calumny come from the lips of friends Whom he had served, lost riches by false tongues; But that he might have borne,—till she he lov'd, The mother of his children, left his roof With one who owed him life and home, yet paid His blessing with a curse! Then he grew mad, And was chained down upon a dungeon-floor,— A heart-sick, solitary wretch!— There are sweet faces bending near his own: A pale girl, beautiful as innocence! With white hands clasped in pity and in prayer, The daughter of the Maniac, who has come In the vain vain hope that red insanity Will feel the influence of her soothing voice. And two fair boys are with her: one who clings Around his brother, panting with the fear