O'erheard our damsel's lamentation;
And kindly offered consolation:
“If death, sweet maiden, be thy bent,
“I'll aid thee in thy sad intent.”
Throwing her down, he drew his dirk,
And plunged it in the maid,—a work
You'll say was cruel,—not so Jane,
Who even seemed to like the pain,
And hoped to be thus stabbed again.
Amid the weary world's alarms,