From the London Literary Gazette.
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This city besleged by Hannibal, A.. NJ 1898. Tht
sieged were pressed by famine that all hopes of relic
emng desperate they resolved to abandon the city. Th
ader will naturally imagine 20 himself the grief with whic
ese miserable people must be seized on their being for
I'd to leave their homes rich possessions, and their
y-But the most grievous circumstance was the necess
they under of leaving the sick and aged who wer
nabe either to fly or to make the least resistance. .Ro
as .9ncient History.


The clash of war ran loud;


The sword Of slaughter gleamd;
But shriller from the starving crowd,


The voice of anguish scream'd:
Many arose in haste to fly
Then dropp'd upon the roads-to die
Death stalked the streets each day,


And from his armed hand
Dealt the deep blow of agony,


Shrek d-hoiror TO the land
As in frghtful d cam men stept-
Mothers look'd on their babes-and wept
And there sat one yet young,


An old starved man her care;
Nor painters hand--nor poets tongue,


Fer pictured maid as fair
Each features grace-her curls' dark braid,
Seemd by Loves self, Loves genius made.
Beauteons she sat--whe he


Bade her in flight to seek
Her safety, and the enemy


Not half the woe could Wreak:
The thought would sooth his dir est hour,
To know his child had 'scaped their power.
Then she would kiss his brow -



Said, were the foe Upon them now,


There were full time to die
She would not leave his snow white head,
For foeman's rabbe foot to tread
Next her young lover came,


The city walls were thrown;
And 10 escape from death-from shame


Que moment was their owns
That lost, then passed their only chance,
Each street would CLEAN with sword and lance.
Think of their brutal hand,


maiden thou--and fair
o! haste thee-hy this ruined land,


For love and life elsewhere!
Her father gazed upou her face
She wept-bui did not quit her place.
Father, have a vow


Life seemd almost to flee
Go-go dear y0uth-ob, leave me now,


| may not follow thee.
The Gods be with thee--plead no more
Leave me, and seek some happier shore.
He's gone-shes left alone


Alone among the dead
Her sire has breath'd his dying groan,


In blessings on her head.
Her eyes dwell on one spo-there past
Her lover-there he gazed his last:
The deeply shrouded sun,


Upon the vault appears;
Like hope--whcn every joy is gone,


Seen through the mist Of years
That ray we view when SORROWS press,
Pointing to distant happiness.


The red suns light is there,


In snmbre radiance shed
Upon slaughtered maid-so fair,


You would moi deem her dead:
One arm an aged man clasps round;
Her life-bood weeps along the ground.
Manchester. q. S.-N.