THE FEMALE CONVICT.*[1]
She shrank from all, and her silent mood
Made her wish only for solitude:
Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook,
For innermost shame, on another's to look;
And the cheerings of comfort fell on her ear
Like deadliest words, that were curses to hear!—
She still was young, and she had been fair;
But weather-stains, hunger, toil and care,
- ↑ * Suggested by the interesting description in the Memoirs of John Nicol, mariner, quoted in the Review of the Literary Gazette.
