THE FATE OF ADULTERERS

Translated from th^ French of Amédée Pommier, by Sir Tollemache Sinclair. Compare their hopeless destiny to yours, Adult'rers chained together ev'ry day.

They're manacled, neither their mate allures. Life-long slaves to lust, though it's away. What torture 'tis to drink this bitter potion, To feel the chain when dead is joy's emotion, These icy chills as fatal as the ocean. Which from a brief period only date. They mutely curse their fate now void of charm, They find it tiresome, odious, full of harm. Eternal tête-à-têtes oft, with alarm.

Exist in hell, and such lost souls await.