THE DUNGEON.

And this place our forefathers made for man!

This is the process of our love and wisdom,

To each poor brother who offends against us--

Most innocent, perhaps--and what if guilty?

Is this the only cure? Merciful God?

Each pore and natural outlet shrivelld up

By ignorance and parching poverty,

His energies roll back upon his heart,

And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,

They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;

Then we call in our pamperd mountebanks--

And this is their best cure! uncomforted

And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,

And savage faces, at the clanking hour,

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