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’Twas Jealousy--the scourge of Southern breasts-- Made an unconscious Cain--for deep and true Fraternal love their bosoms both invests, And maniac-like the assassin instant grew, And tore his hair--and raved--then gibbering flew, Like Clytemnestra’s son by Furies driven. Long Carlos crimson lay and dead to view; With morning’s breath a glimpse of life was given, And faint his cry was raised for bounteous aid to Heaven.