A struggle ensued, but it was short; a moment more, and he was dead.
The flickering flame of the taper had gone out; the moonlight rested upon the pale features of the corpse; and the soul of the Defaulter had sped to its eternal reckoning.
March, 1841.
COMPARISONS.
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BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.
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A leaf upon the stream,
When the brook is rushing by