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The Despatch Of The Doom.
by Victor-Marie Hugo("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!