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“O, where is weeping Mary? O, where is weeping Mary? ‘Rived in the goodly land. She is dead and gone to Heaven; She is dead and gone to Heaven; ‘Rived in the goodly land." These words, sung by voices of a peculiar and melancholy sweetness, in an air which seemed like the sighing of earthly despair after heavenly hope, floated through the dark prison with a pathetic cadence, as verse after verse was breathed out: “O, where are Paul and Silas? O, where are Paul and Silas? Gone to the goodly land. They are dead and gone to Heaven; They are dead and gone to Heaven; ‘Rived in the goodly land." Sing on, poor souls! The night is short, and the morning will part you forever! But now it is morning, and everybody is astir; and the worthy Mr. Skeggs is busy and bright, for a lot of goods is to be fitted out for auction. There is a brisk |
