...the message of despair ? Ah me ! the laurell'd wreath that Murder rears, Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul — so tainted, and so dread. As waves the night-shade round the sceptic-head ! What is the bigot's torch — the tyrant's chain ? I smile on death, if heaven-word...

...the laurel'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not ao foul, so tainted* and so dread, As waves the nightshade round the sceptic's head." " Scepticism," remarks Stewart, " as it encourages the notion, that all events are...

...FEOM THE FRENCH. " Ah me ! the laurel I'd wreath that murder rearsj Blood-nursed, and watered with the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread, A s wares the nightshade round the sceptic head." Campbell's Pleasures of Hope. LONDON : ARTHtlK ftALL...

...blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit! Ah me ! the laurel'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nurs'd, and water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul,...bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain? I smile on death, if Heav'n. ward Hope remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter...

...hand, ready to seal its testimony ?— "Ah, me ! the laurell'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul,...tainted, and so dread, As waves the night-shade round the skeptic head. What is the bigot's torch—the tyrant's chain ?— I smile on death, if heavenward hope...

...ready to seal its testimony ? — "Ah, me 1 the laurell'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, aud water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so...tainted, and so dread, As waves the night-shade round the skeptic head. What is the bigot's torch— the tyrant's chain ? — I smile on death, if heavenward...

...distilling fruit 1 Ah, me! the laurelled wreath that murder rears, (Blood nursed, and watered by a widow's tears,) Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread As waves the night shade round the sceptre's head." But. Mr. President, to form a due estimate of the evils of infidelity,...

...blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit ! Ah me! the laurell'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul,...bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain ? I smile on death, if Heaven-ward Hope remain ! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter...

...death-distilling fruit ! Ah me ! the laurell'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so tainted,...bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain ? I smile on death, if heavenward hope remain ! But, if the warring winds of nature's strife Be all the faithless charter...

...death-distilling fruit ! Ah me ! the laurelled wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread, As waves the night-shade round the sceptic's head. (CAMPBELL.) EXPLOSION OF A BOMB SHELL. A FEW weeks ago there was an accidental explosion...