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Article SECRET SOCIETIES OF THE MIDDLE AGES.—V. ← Page 9 of 9 Article THE NIGHTINGALE. Page 1 of 1
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Secret Societies Of The Middle Ages.—V.
this safc tho chief judge ; his assessors had their seats on wooden benches along the walls . So sei * ere hacl become the judgments of these courts , that it ivas at one time a common saying that the course of a Vehm court ivas , first to hang the accused , aud then to investigate the charges against him . Another scene of the secret tribunalmay be found in Sir Walter
, Scott ' s " House of Aspen , Act v . " * We need not , however , quote it here , as it much resembles several scenes which we have already presented to our readers . Having thus collected together , or given references to , all the available information on the subject of the Vehm-Geriehte , we will take our leave of itnot without some regretas it has led us into
, , much historical research , of no little interest . It is , however , at least a pleasing reflection , ivhile investigating this subject , that we live in a country in which the courts of justice are all public , in which trial b y jury exists , and in which the judges are by so many circumstances , no less than by tbe especial one of the hi gh honour and respectability of their position laced above
, p corruption . That these valuable blessings may long continue in full force , and be transmitted in their purity and integrity to far distant posterity , must be fche wish of every true lover of our happy constitution , X .
The Nightingale.
THE NIGHTINGALE .
SWEET bird , that smg ' st away the early hours Of winters past or coming , void of care , Well pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , svreet-smelling ftoVi's ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bow ' rs ,
Thou thy Creator ' s goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare ; A stain to human sense in sin that low ' rs . What soul can be so sick , which hy thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth ' s turmoilsspites , and wrongs ,
, And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven . Sweet artless songster , thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres , yes , and to angels' lays . Drummond . -i r
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Secret Societies Of The Middle Ages.—V.
this safc tho chief judge ; his assessors had their seats on wooden benches along the walls . So sei * ere hacl become the judgments of these courts , that it ivas at one time a common saying that the course of a Vehm court ivas , first to hang the accused , aud then to investigate the charges against him . Another scene of the secret tribunalmay be found in Sir Walter
, Scott ' s " House of Aspen , Act v . " * We need not , however , quote it here , as it much resembles several scenes which we have already presented to our readers . Having thus collected together , or given references to , all the available information on the subject of the Vehm-Geriehte , we will take our leave of itnot without some regretas it has led us into
, , much historical research , of no little interest . It is , however , at least a pleasing reflection , ivhile investigating this subject , that we live in a country in which the courts of justice are all public , in which trial b y jury exists , and in which the judges are by so many circumstances , no less than by tbe especial one of the hi gh honour and respectability of their position laced above
, p corruption . That these valuable blessings may long continue in full force , and be transmitted in their purity and integrity to far distant posterity , must be fche wish of every true lover of our happy constitution , X .
The Nightingale.
THE NIGHTINGALE .
SWEET bird , that smg ' st away the early hours Of winters past or coming , void of care , Well pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , svreet-smelling ftoVi's ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bow ' rs ,
Thou thy Creator ' s goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare ; A stain to human sense in sin that low ' rs . What soul can be so sick , which hy thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth ' s turmoilsspites , and wrongs ,
, And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven . Sweet artless songster , thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres , yes , and to angels' lays . Drummond . -i r