THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.

At length, an open view they found,

That showed its towers square and round.

Said one: “The Tombs, on Centre Street,

Seems like a
Compared with
That oft held

pleasant country-seat
that old frowning pile
kings in durance vile,

 

And saw the blood in torrents flow

So many hundred years ago.

Within it lies, if tales are true,

The proof of what hard hearts can do—
The block, the chain, the prison cage,

And tortures of a vanished age.

"T is told that Julius Casar laid
Its corner-stone with great parade,

And in its dungeons, dark and deep,

Did many a valiant Briton keep.
Next, William I., the Norman brave,
Its massive, snow-white tower gave;

  

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When you fee true though
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Then, as the centuries onward rolled,
And kings grew more self-willed and bold,
Still higher towers were made to grow
And deeper dungeons dug below,

Till now it seems fit place to hide

The noble blood of Europe wide.

Here baron, duke, and count might blink
In unison with fetter clink,

Like many a one who here was cast

On small pretense in ages past.”
Another said: “An outward sight

Will not content the band to-night,
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