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Were I not prison'd here.My sorrow sore oppresses me,For when I was at liberty,

-----THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL.

But she conceal'd the pain which she felt, and jestingly spoke thus"It betokens misfortune,--so scrupulous people inform us,--For the foot to give way on entering a house, near the threshold.I should have wish'd, in truth, for a sign of some happier omen!Let us tarry a little, for fear your parents should blame youFor their limping servant, and you should be thought a bad landlord."-----IX. URANIA.