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Nor heard—till now—of this—I cannot speak.

Is this a place?—O, thus to find my friend!

. Still dost thou call me friend? I, who dared act

Against my reason, my declared opinion;

Against my conscience and a soldier's fame?

Oft in the generous heat of glowing youth,

Oft have I said how fully I despis'd

All bribery base, all treacherous tricks in war:

Rather my blood should bathe these hostile shores,

And have it said, "he died a gallant soldier,"

Than with my country's gold encourage treason,

And thereby purchase gratitude and fame.

. Still mayest thou say it, for thy heart 's the same.

. Still is my heart the same, still may I say it;

But now my deeds will rise against my words;

And should I dare to talk of honest truth,

Frank undissembling probity and faith,

Memory would crimson o'er my burning cheek,

And actions retrospected choak the tale.

Still is my heart the same. But there has past

A day, an hour, which ne'er can be recall'd.

Unhappy man! Tho' all thy life pass pure;

Mark'd by benevolence thy every deed;

The out-spread map, which shows the way thou 'st trod,

Without one devious track or doubtful line;

It all avails thee naught, if in one hour,

One hapless hour, thy feet are led astray;—

Thy happy deeds all blotted from remembrance;

Cancel'd the record of thy former good.

Is it not hard, my friend? Is 't not unjust?

. Not every record cancel'd.—O, there are hearts

Where Virtue's image, when 't is once engraved.

Can never know erasure.

. Generous Bland!

The hour draws nigh which ends my life's sad story.

I should be firm—

. By heaven, thou shalt not die!

Thou dost not sure deserve it. Betray'd, perhaps—

Condemn'd without due circumstance made known?

Thou didst not mean to tempt our officers?

Betray our yeoman soldiers to destruction?

Silent! Nay, then 't was from a duteous wish

To serve the cause thou wast in honor bound.—

. Kind is my Bland, who to his generous heart

Still finds excuses for his erring friend.

Attentive hear and judge me.—

Pleas'd with the honors daily shower'd upon me,

I glow'd with martial heat my name to raise

Above the vulgar herd, who live to die,

And die to be forgotten. Thus I stood,

When avarice or ambition Arnold tempted,

His country, fame, and honor to betray,

Linking his name to infamy eternal.

In confidence it was to me propos'd

To plan with him the means which should ensure

Thy country's downfall. Nothing then I saw

But confidential favor in the service,

My country's glory, and my mounting fame;

Forgot my former purity of thought,

And high-ton'd honor's scruples disregarded.

. It was thy duty so to serve thy country.

. Nay, nay; be cautious ever to admit

That duty can beget dissimulation.

On ground, unoccupied by either part,

Neutral esteem'd, I landed, and was met.

But ere my conference was with Arnold clos'd,

The day began to dawn; I then was told

That till the night I must my safety seek

In close concealment. Within your posts convey'd,

I found myself involved in unthought dangers.

Night came. I sought the vessel which had borne

Me to the fatal spot; but she was gone.