History, 1838–1856, volume F-1 [1 May 1844–8 August 1844]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​June 27​> you have got to leave the in five minutes.” replied, “I shall not do it.” A company of Carthage Greys gathered round him, put him on his horse, and forced him out of the at the point of the Bayonet. -[]-
3.¼ P. M. The guard began to be more severe in their operations, threatening among themselves, and telling what they would do when the excitement was over.
sung the following:—
“A poor wayfaring man of grief,
Hath often cross’d me on my way;
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer, Nay.
 
“I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye,
That won my love, I know not why.
 
“Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He enter’d: not a word he spake!
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake.
 
“And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel’s portion then.
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste. [HC 6:614]
 
“I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock: his strength was gone;
The heedless water mock’d his thirst,
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:
 
“I ran and rais’d the suff’rer up,
Thrice from the stream he drain’d my cup,
Dipp’d, and return’d it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.
 
“Twas night, the floods were out, it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice, abroad, and flew,
To bid him welcome to my roof.
 
“I warm’d, I cloth’d, I cheer’d my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seem’d,
In Eden’s garden, while I dream’d [p. 180]
June 27 you have got to leave the in five minutes.” replied, “I shall not do it.” A company of Carthage Greys gathered round him, put him on his horse, and forced him out of the at the point of the Bayonet. -[]-
3.¼ P. M. The guard began to be more severe in their operations, threatening among themselves, and telling what they would do when the excitement was over.
sung the following:—
“A poor wayfaring man of grief,
Hath often cross’d me on my way;
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer, Nay.
 
“I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye,
That won my love, I know not why.
 
“Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He enter’d: not a word he spake!
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake.
 
“And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel’s portion then.
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste. [HC 6:614]
 
“I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock: his strength was gone;
The heedless water mock’d his thirst,
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:
 
“I ran and rais’d the suff’rer up,
Thrice from the stream he drain’d my cup,
Dipp’d, and return’d it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.
 
“Twas night, the floods were out, it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice, abroad, and flew,
To bid him welcome to my roof.
 
“I warm’d, I cloth’d, I cheer’d my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seem’d,
In Eden’s garden, while I dream’d [p. 180]
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