("Pendant Que Dans L'Auberge.") [Bk. Iv. Xiii., Jersey, November, 1852.] While In The Jolly Tavern, The Bandits Gayly Drink, Upon The Haunted Highway, Sharp Hoof-Beats Loudly Clink? Yea; Past Scant-Buried Victims, Hard-Spurring Sturdy Steed, A Mute And Grisly Rider Is Trampling Grass And Weed, And By The Black-Sealed Warrant Which In His Grasp Shines Clear, I Known It Is The Future - God'S Justicer Is Here!