What is this that I see there?
Oh! deed of darkness in light descried!
Oh! villain thrice damn'd that blade to hide,
Right 'tween the arm on _the farther_ side--
Certain death when it be there!

They're still alone on the moonlit spot--
Sing He--he! and Hey--hey! there!
Though one is Standing,[1] and one is not,
For _one's_ cold as the clay there!
The villain covers the dead man's stare--
The corpse lies stiff in the limelight's glare!
The act is done!--and for all I care,
The dead body can stay there!

[Footnote 1: HERBERT.]

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TO MY LUGGAGE-LABELS.

Wonderful pictures of purple and gold,
Ultramarine, and vermilion, and bistre;
Splendid inscriptions of hostels untold,
Touching memorials breathing of "Mr.;"
"Schweizerhof," "Bernerhof," "Hofs" by the score;
Signs of the Bear and the Swan, and the Bellevue,
Gasthaus, Albergo, Posada, galore--
Beautiful wrecks, how I wish I could shelve you!