TALE EIGHT.
THE VICTIM OF A DRUG.
“Blank the mind, sad the heart,
Supple the form, sweet the face;
Pure the soul, sold on the mart,
To suffer ever in vile disgrace.
“Neither bended knees,
Pure hands held out,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor
Silvery-shedding tears,
Could penetrate the uncompassionate shout