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But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.“Oh! haste thee, haste !" the lady cries,
“Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father."
A stormy sea before her,-
The tempest gathered o'er her-
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing-
His child he did discover ;-
And one was round her lover, “ Come back ! come back !” he cried in grief,
“ Across this stormy water : " And I'll forgive your Highland chief.
My daughter !-Oh! my daughter !" 'Twas vain !—the loud waves lashed the shore,
Return or aid preventing :
And he was left lamenting.
THE PLUM CAKES.
A Farmer who some wealth possest,
Tom, Will, and Jack, like other boys,
'Twas just before the closing year, When Christmas holidays were near, The farmer called to see his boys, And asked how each his time employs. Quoth Will; “ There's father, boys, without: “ He's brought us something good, no doubt. The father sees their merry faces; With joy beholds them, and embraces ; Then from his pocket straight he takes A vast profusion of plum cakes; He counts them out a plenteous store, No boy shall have or less or more ; Twelve cakes he gives to each dear son, When each expected only one : And then with many a kind expression, He leaves them to their own discretion; Resolved to mark the use each made Of what he to their hands conveyed.
The twelve days passed, he comes once more, And brings the horses to the door, The boys with rapture see appear The pony and the dappled mare.
Each moment now an hour they count ;
Says Will, “ Dear father, life is short,
I thought I'd have one jolly treat. Why should I baulk, said I, my taste? “ I'll make at once a hearty feast. “So snugly by myself I fed, “When every boy was gone to bed; “ I gorged them all, both paste and plum, “ And did not waste a single crumb. “ Howe'er, they made me to my sorrow, “ As sick as death upon the morrow; “ This made me mourn my rich repast, " And wish I had not fed so fast.'
Quoth Jack, “ I was not such a dunce, “To eat my quantum up at once; “And though the boys all long'd to clutch 'em, “I would not let a creature touch 'em ;
Nor, though the whole were in my power, “Would I myself one cake devour; “ Thanks to the use of keys and locks,
They're all now safe within my box. “ The mischief is, by hoarding long, “ They're grown so mouldy and so strong,
I find they won't be fit to eat, “ And I have lost my father's treat.”
“ Well Tom,” the anxious parent cries, “ How did you manage ?” Tom replies, “ I shunned each wide extreme to take, "To glut my maw or hoard my
cake; “I thought each day its wants would have, “ And appetite again might crave. “Twelve school-days still my notches counted, “To twelve my father's cakes amounted :
“So every day I took out one ;
My last remaining cake to day
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our Hero we buried.
We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning,
And the lantern dimly burning.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him,
Few and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,
And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,
And we far away on the billow !
“ Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
But half of our heavy task was done,
When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun
That the foe was sullenly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone
But we left him alone with his glory.
Oft has it been my lot to mark
Two travellers of such a cast,