A very quaint and pretty scrap of verse is this, from the old German:
"Should you meet my true love,
Say, I greet her well;
Should she ask you how I fare,
Say, she best can tell.
"Should she ask if I am sick,
Say, I died of sorrow;
Should she then begin to weep,
Say, I'll come to-morrow!"
It has been thought strange, that when a malefactor is executed at "The Tombs," that curiosity should be excited to know how the unfortunate wretch behaved at the last, and at the same time great anxiety is manifested to obtain the slightest relic connected with his ignominious death. This propensity is well hit off in the following episode in the life of "A Criminal Curiosity-Hunter." A friend visits him, and he thus describes the interview:
"He received me with extreme urbanity, and asked me to sit down in an old-fashioned arm-chair. I did so.
"'I suppose, sir,' said he, with an air of suppressed triumph, 'that you have no idea that you are now sitting in a very remarkable chair!'
"I assured him that I was totally unconscious of the fact.
"'Let me tell you, then,' said he, 'that it was in that chair that Fauntleroy, the banker, who was hanged for forgery, was sitting when he was arrested!'
"'Indeed!'