The witness to confound did try,
But God ordained that I should die;
Eliza Chestney she was there,—
I’m sorry I have injured her.
Oh, Emily Sandford, was it due
That I should meet my death through you?
If you had wish’d me well indeed,
How could you thus against me plead?
I’ve used thee kind, though not my wife:
Your evidence has cost my life;