Fuller and Warren.

Fuller and Warren.
127.4

Te sons of Columbia, your attention I crave
While & sorrowful altty I tell
Which happened of late in old Initiana state
Of a hero whom fow could excel

Ilks Ramson, be courted the foy of his life.
And intended to make her his wife,
Fut like Deltinh fair she did his heart ensnare,
Which cost him his honor and his life.

A gold ring he gave her in token of true love
And on it was the image of a dove.
They mutually agree to ba married with speed,
And were chatued by the powers above.

Now this false hearted mald had intended to wed
Young Warren, who resided in the placel
And this was the fatal blow, watch proved her overthrow
And ended in her shame and disgrace

For Satan, with his wiles and wonderful snares,
Oh, young men, he cautious, be wise, and heware
of false vows when you’re courting for your wives.

When Pulter learned he was deprived of his trus love.
Tae one he had intended to wef,
With his heart so full of wos, to young
Warren And amling unto Warren he enidi

“Oh. Warren, you viilata, you know you have me wronged.
You reported that I left a prudent wife
For this you must confens, or sise I’ll break the Jawa,
And. Warren, I’ll deurive you of your life.”

Says Warren to Fuller, “Your wish must be fanted,
For my heart to your true love la bound
And. Puller, I 40 may thia la cur wedding day,
In spite of all your heroes in town.”

Then Fuller in a passion of love and anger bound,
Did don dood caused many for to righ.
For with one fatal shot he killed Warren on the spot.
Then, amiling, said. “I’m ready now to die,

Young Fuller was condemned by honor of our courts,
In Lynchburg county for to die
An ignominious death. to hang above the earth,
Like Hamen, on the gallows so high.

The day it arrived when young Fuller was to die,
And he cheerfully came forth to his doom.
Proudly he did stand. for he was a handsome man.
On his breast ho wore the red, white, and blue.

Ten thousani spectators were smote upon the breast.
The guard dropped a tear and a sigh. Sayine.
“Cursed was she who caused his misery.
Would to God she were in his place to die.”
(The Inter Occan prints this as a courtesy, and because it has been requested a number of times, not because it is poetry.)