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The human sacrifice.

Some leading sectarian papers had lately published the letter of a clergyman, giving an account of his attendance upon a criminal (who had committed murder during a fit of intoxication), at the time of his execution, in western New York. The writer describes the agony of the wretched being, his abortive attempts at prayer, his appeal for life, his fear of a violent death; and, after declaring his belief that the poor victim died without hope of salvation, concludes with a warm eulogy upon the gallows, being more than ever convinced of its utility by the awful dread and horror which it inspired.


far from his close and noisome cell,
     By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,
     And green and meadow freshness, fell
The footsteps of his dream. [283]
     Again from careless feet the dew
Of summer's misty morn he shook;
     Again with merry heart he threw
His light line in the rippling brook.
     Back crowded all his school-day joys;
He urged the ball and quoit again,
     And heard the shout of laughing boys
Come ringing down the walnut glen.
     Again he felt the western breeze,
With scent of flowers and crisping hay;
     And down again through wind-stirred trees.
He saw the quivering sunlight play.
     An angel in home's vine-hung door,
He saw his sister smile once more;
     Once more the truant's brown-locked head
Upon his mother's knees was laid,
     And sweetly lulled to slumber there,
With evening's holy hymn and prayer!


He woke. At once on heart and brain
     The present Terror rushed again;
Clanked on his limbs the felon's chain!
     He woke, to hear the church-tower tell
Time's footfall on the conscious bell,
     And, shuddering, feel that clanging din
His life's last hour had ushered in;
     To see within his prison-yard,
Through the small window, iron barred,
     The gallows shadow rising dim
Between the sunrise heaven and him;
     A horror in God's blessed air;
A blackness in his morning light; [284]
     Like some foul devil-altar there
Built up by demon hands at night.
     And, maddened by that evil sight,
Dark, horrible, confused, and strange,
     A chaos of wild, weltering change,
All power of check and guidance gone,
     Dizzy and blind, his mind swept on.
In vain he strove to breathe a prayer,
     In vain he turned the Holy Book,
He only heard the gallows-stair
     Creak as the wind its timbers shook.
No dream for him of sin forgiven,
     While still that baleful spectre stood,
With its hoarse murmur, ‘Blood for Blood!’
     Between him and the pitying Heaven!


Low on his dungeon floor he knelt,
     And smote his breast, and on his chain,
Whose iron clasp he always felt,
     His hot tears fell like rain;
And near him, with the cold, calm look
     And tone of one whose formal part,
Unwarmed, unsoftened of the heart,
     Is measured out by rule and book,
With placid lip and tranquil blood,
     The hangman's ghostly ally stood,
Blessing with solemn text and word
     The gallows-drop and strangling cord;
Lending the sacred Gospel's awe
     And sanction to the crime of Law.



He saw the victim's tortured brow,
     The sweat of anguish starting there,
The record of a nameless woe
     In the dim eye's imploring stare,
Seen hideous through the long, damp hair,—
     Fingers of ghastly skin and bone
Working and writhing on the stone!
     And heard, by mortal terror wrung
From heaving breast and stiffened tongue,
     The choking sob and low hoarse prayer;
As o'er his half-crazed fancy came
     A vision of the eternal flame,
Its smoking cloud of agonies,
     Its demon-worm that never dies,
The everlasting rise and fall
     Of fire-waves round the infernal wall;
While high above that dark red flood,
     Black, giant-like, the gallows stood;
Two busy fiends attending there:
     One with cold mocking rite and prayer,
The other with impatient grasp,
     Tightening the death-rope's strangling clasp.


The unfelt rite at length was done,
     The prayer unheard at length was said,
An hour had passed: the noonday sun
     Smote on the features of the dead!
And he who stood the doomed beside,
     Calm gauger of the swelling tide [286]
Of mortal agony and fear,
     Heeding with curious eye and ear
Whate'er revealed the keen excess
     Of man's extremest wretchedness:
And who in that dark anguish saw
     An earnest of the victim's fate,
The vengeful terrors of God's law,
     The kindlings of Eternal hate,
The first drops of that fiery rain
     Which beats the dark red realm of pain,
Did he uplift his earnest cries
     Against the crime of Law, which gave
His brother to that fearful grave,
     Whereon Hope's moonlight never lies,
And Faith's white blossoms never wave
     To the soft breath of Memory's sighs;
Which sent a spirit marred and stained,
     By fiends of sin possessed, profaned,
In madness and in blindness stark,
     Into the silent, unknown dark?
No, from the wild and shrinking dread,
     With which he saw the victim led
Beneath the dark veil which divides
     Ever the living from the dead,
And Nature's solemn secret hides,
     The man of prayer can only draw
New reasons for his bloody law;
     New faith in staying Murder's hand
By murder at that Law's command;
     New reverence for the gallows-rope,
As human nature's latest hope;
     Last relic of the good old time,
When Power found license for its crime, [287]
     And held a writhing world in check
By that fell cord about its neck;
     Stifled Sedition's rising shout,
Choked the young breath of Freedom out,
     And timely checked the words which sprung
From Heresy's forbidden tongue;
     While in its noose of terror bound,
The Church its cherished union found,
     Conforming, on the Moslem plan,
The motley-colored mind of man,
     Not by the Koran and the Sword,
But by the Bible and the Cord!


O Thou! at whose rebuke the grave
     Back to warm life its sleeper gave,
Beneath whose sad and tearful glance
     The cold and changed countenance
Broke the still horror of its trance,
     And, waking, saw with joy above,
A brother's face of tenderest love;
     Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,
The sorrowing and the sin-sick came,
     And from Thy very garment's hem
Drew life and healing unto them,
     The burden of Thy holy faith
Was love and life, not hate and death;
     Man's demon ministers of pain,
The fiends of his revenge, were sent
     From thy pure Gospel's element
To their dark home again.
     Thy name is Love! What, then, is he, [288]
Who in that name the gallows rears,
     An awful altar built to Thee,
With sacrifice of blood and tears?
     Oh, once again Thy healing lay
On the blind eyes which knew Thee not,
     And let the light of Thy pure day
Melt in upon his darkened thought.
     Soften his hard, cold heart, and show
The power which in forbearance lies,
     And let him feel that mercy now
Is better than old sacrifice!


As on the White Sea's charmed shore,
     The Parsee sees his holy hill1
With dunnest smoke-clouds curtained o'er,
     Yet knows beneath them, evermore,
The low, pale fire is quivering still;
     So, underneath its clouds of sin,
The heart of man retaineth yet
     Gleams of its holy origin;
And half-quenched stars that never set,
     Dim colors of its faded bow,
And early beauty, linger there,
     And o'er its wasted desert blow
Faint breathings of its morning air.
     Oh, never yet upon the scroll
Of the sin-stained, but priceless soul,
     Hath Heaven inscribed ‘ Despair!’
Cast not the clouded gem away,
     Quench not the dim but living ray,—
My brother man, Beware!
     With that deep voice which from the skies [289]
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice,
     God's angel cries, Forbear!


1 The election of Charles Sumner to the United States Senate ‘followed hard upon’ the rendition of the fugitive Sims by the United States officials and the armed police of Boston.

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