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The Lucky Inheritance.
amongst his many aliases , p leaded to the name of Chevillon , was arraigned for the murder of the Sieur Victor Roqueplan . The razor Avas identified as having belonged to Chevillon b y a fellow-convict who , some four years before , had escaped with him from the galleys at Toulon ; the same man also related boAV Chevillon had appeared in Paris Avith a large sum of money in
his possession A ery shortly after the period of the robbery ; and there Avere other facts which , taken together brought home the crime to him Avithout any moral doubt . But , as the evidence led only to a presumptive conclusion , the jury declared him " Guilty , Avith attenuating circumstances , "—a species of verdict whichthough it fails in many cases to meet the exigencies of
, justice , seldom leaves a criminal unpunished . Chevillon was condemned to the travaux forces for life , and is now , I believe , at Brest . What became of the " succession" of Monsieur Roqueplan I never knew .
A Morning Lay.
A MORNING LAY .
The lark is singing her morning lay , And the mist on the woods is dim and grey ; The sun is seeking the fairest rose , The buds and blossoms with joy -unclose ; The brooks are gushing with merry glee , And first abroad is the busy bee . The faint flush daAvns in the rosy skies ,
Come , dearest sister , awake , arise ! Come to the fresh and sunny air , To the woods and fields , let us wander there ; For summer is come , with smiling brow , And she treads in the spring ' s last footsteps now . The faint primroses , and violets blue , That woke each morning to drink the dew ,
Have vanished ; and now in their place we see Blossoms still fairer for bird and bee . Humming deep hid in the lily bells , Shaken by gusts from the breezy dells , The yellow broom and the cowslip sweet , Like the golden traces of fairy feet , Seeking bright blossoms , the fairest they see ,
Oh ! who does not envy the life of a bee ! But the gay sun dawns in the agure skies , Come , dearest sister , awake , arise ! E . S . B .
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The Lucky Inheritance.
amongst his many aliases , p leaded to the name of Chevillon , was arraigned for the murder of the Sieur Victor Roqueplan . The razor Avas identified as having belonged to Chevillon b y a fellow-convict who , some four years before , had escaped with him from the galleys at Toulon ; the same man also related boAV Chevillon had appeared in Paris Avith a large sum of money in
his possession A ery shortly after the period of the robbery ; and there Avere other facts which , taken together brought home the crime to him Avithout any moral doubt . But , as the evidence led only to a presumptive conclusion , the jury declared him " Guilty , Avith attenuating circumstances , "—a species of verdict whichthough it fails in many cases to meet the exigencies of
, justice , seldom leaves a criminal unpunished . Chevillon was condemned to the travaux forces for life , and is now , I believe , at Brest . What became of the " succession" of Monsieur Roqueplan I never knew .
A Morning Lay.
A MORNING LAY .
The lark is singing her morning lay , And the mist on the woods is dim and grey ; The sun is seeking the fairest rose , The buds and blossoms with joy -unclose ; The brooks are gushing with merry glee , And first abroad is the busy bee . The faint flush daAvns in the rosy skies ,
Come , dearest sister , awake , arise ! Come to the fresh and sunny air , To the woods and fields , let us wander there ; For summer is come , with smiling brow , And she treads in the spring ' s last footsteps now . The faint primroses , and violets blue , That woke each morning to drink the dew ,
Have vanished ; and now in their place we see Blossoms still fairer for bird and bee . Humming deep hid in the lily bells , Shaken by gusts from the breezy dells , The yellow broom and the cowslip sweet , Like the golden traces of fairy feet , Seeking bright blossoms , the fairest they see ,
Oh ! who does not envy the life of a bee ! But the gay sun dawns in the agure skies , Come , dearest sister , awake , arise ! E . S . B .