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Show Services at Concord. All heads mu t come To the cold tomb,- Only the actions of th' just Smell sw~et and blos::,om in the dust. W c have heard that the Boston lady* who recently vi -ited our hero in pri:-;on, found him wearing st ill the clvthe~, all cut and torn hy , aun•s and uy bnyonct thru~ts, in whieh he lmd b<·cn taken prisoner; and thu:; he had gone to his trial; ami without a hat. She spent her time in prison mcnlling those clothe~, and, for a memento, brought home a pin covered with blood. 'Vhut arc the clothes that endure? The garments lasting evermore Arc works of mercy to the poor ; And neither tetter, time, nor moth Shall fray that silk or fret this cloth. The well-known verses called "The Soul'::; l~rran(l," Rnpposcd, by some, to have bean written by Sir 'Valtcr Hal •igh, when J1e wa: expecting to be executed the following day, are at least worthy of such an origin, nnd arc equally applicable to the present case. Hear them : THE SOUL's ERUAND. Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant; Fear not to touch the best ; The truth shall be thy warrant : Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Go, tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Go, tell the Church it shows 'Vhat's good, and doth no good; If church nnd court reply, Give church and court the lie. * Tho wife of Juligo ltu soU. Services at Concord. Tell potentates they live Acting by other's actions; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by their factions: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie. Tell men of l1igh condition, That n1le nffuirs of stntc, Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate; And if they once reply, Spare not to give the lie. Tell Zeal it lacks devotion; Tell Love it is but lust; Tell Time it is but motion; Tell Flesh it is but uust; And wish tht•m not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell Age it daily wasteth ; Tell Honor how it alters ; Tell Deauty how she blastcth i Tell Favor how she falters; And, as they shall reply, Give each of them the lie. Tell Fortune of l\cr blindness ; Tell Nature of decay; Tell Friendship of unkindness; Tell Justice of delay ; And if they dare reply, Then give them all the lie. And when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, Although to gi vc the lie Deserves no leRs than stabbing, Yet, stab nt thee who will, No stab the soul can kill. |