WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
As two divines their ambling steeds bestriding,
In merry mood o’er Boston Neck were riding,
Sudden a simple structure met their sight,
From which the convict takes his hempen flight;
When sailor-like he bids adieu to hope,
His all depending on a single rope.
“Say, brother,” cried the one, “pray where were you
Had yonder gallows been allowed its due?”
“Where?” cried the other, in sarcastic tone,
“Why, where but riding into town alone.”