Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 228 of 258
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# Page 210: Running Prose This page contains running verse narrative, likely spoken dialogue from a character recounting tragic events. A sorrowing father describes widespread death and mourning—loyal brothers dying nightly, victims falling each morning. He grieves his own sons' deaths and tells of additional horror: his daughter Ellen's husband's murder, and three young nephews (yeomen) brutally killed by treachery before their mother's eyes. The speaker, their uncle, expresses love mixed with fear for their reckless daring. The verse is typical penny dreadful melodrama, emphasizing crime, murder, family grief, and moral outrage.
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210 “?'T was ours (the sorrowing father cried), was ours to mourn the crimes of all: Each night some loyal brother died ; Each morn beheld some victim fall. \ “Oh, twas asad and fearful day That saw my gallant boys laid low ; The voice of anguish and dismay Proclaimed full many a widow’s woe! ‘¢ But doubly o’er our fated house The accursed hand of murder fell, And ere our Ellen wept her spouse, She had a.dreadful tale to tell! ‘¢ For early on that guilty morn The voice of horror reached our ears; ‘That, from their thoughtless slumber torn, Before a helpless sister’s tears, } ‘¢ Beneath their very mother’s sight Three youthful brothers butchered lie, Three loyal yeomen brave im fight, Butchered by savage treachery. - * They were my nephews; boys I loved, My own brave boys alone more dear ; Their rashness oft my heart reproved, And marked their daring zeal with fear. Comichbooksscom