In spring Adalia is like a dear old lady's garden of marigold and bleeding-heart.

" In the midnight of my grief, Up to Thee, I lift my eye; Grant, O grant me sweet relief, Let me feel Thy presence nigh; Nothing else can succour bring, Here alone I rest my hope; To Thy bleeding cross I cling, Lift the drooping sinner up.

Some showed bleeding faces, others limp arms; still others hobbled painfully, leaving bloody trails on the floor of dull gold.

And ever with Him went, Of all His wanderings Comrade, with ragged coat, Gaunt ribspoor innocent Bleeding foot, burning throat, The guileless old scapegoat; For forty nights and days Followed in Jesus' ways, Sure guard behind Him kept, Tears like a lover wept.

Harold and Beverly sought to lead her out before her eyes fell upon Arthur's bleeding form; but she had already seen the pale, calm face, clotted with blood, but with the beautiful sad smile still lingering upon the parted lips.

Oh you white soules that hover in the aire, Who through my blindnesse were made death his prey; Be but appeas'd, you spotlesse Innocents, Till with my blood I have made a true atonement, And through those tortures, by this braine devis'd, In which you perisht, I may fall as you To satisfie your yet fresh bleeding memories And meete you in that garden where content Dwels onely.

The operation completed, the larger bleeding-points should be secured by exerting torsion with the artery forceps, and the surface oozing stayed by frequent dashing with cold water.

Gradually, however, it became evident that many of the dancers simply rocked and howled, without hacking themselves, and that most of the bleeding skulls and breasts belonged to negroes.

So determined were they in their indignation; so loudly demanded they a cessation of such occurrences on board our boats, and the soil of a free State, that the slaveholders became greatly alarmed, and with all possible dispatch they hurriedly dragged the poor bleeding slave into a closet, and securely locked the door; nor have I ever been able to learn his final doom.

too like us frail, When the same breeze which bore it from the dust Wing'd home the fatal shaft that tore its bleeding breast.

For all those joys thy restoration brought, For all the miracles it wrought, For all the healing balm thy mercy pour'd Into the nation's bleeding wound, And care that after kept it sound, For numerous blessings yearly shower'd, And property with plenty crown'd; For freedom, still maintain'd alive Freedom!