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[269] courage. ‘Will no one pity me?’ he said, laying his hand over his heart. ‘Here, fire here!’ While he yet spake, two balls entered his heart, and he fell dead. Thus perished the hero poet of Cuba. He has not fallen in vain. His genius and his heroic death will doubtless be regarded by his race as precious legacies. To the great names of L'Ouverture and Petion the colored man can now add that of Juan Placido.
Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company, 1888-89.
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