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And on their way, in friendly chat,
“Hold there !" the other quick replies,
" I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, “ And must again affirm it blue; “At leisure I the beast surveyed, “ Extended in the cooling shade.”
“ 'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye.”-
So high at last the contest rose,
“Sirs,” cries the umpire, “cease your pother; “ The creature's neither one nor t'other. “ I caught the animal last night, “ And viewed it o'er by candle-light : “ I marked it well—'twas black as jet “ You stare—but Sirs, I've got it yet,
“ And can produce it."-" Pray, Sir, do;
“ Well then, at once to ease the doubt,”
He said ; then full before their sight
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
Our bugles sang truce—for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
T'he weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'Twas autumn-and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain.goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. “ Stay, stay with usmrest, thou art weary and worn;
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stayBut sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF
“ When," says the Greyhound, "I pursue,
“ Beyond my sight the prey's secure :
The Lion craved the Fox's art; The Fox, the Lion's force and heart. The Cock implored the Pigeon's flight, Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light: The Pigeon strength of wing despised, And the Cock's matchless valour prized : The Fishes wished to graze the plain ; The Beasts to skim beneath the main. Thus, envious of another's state, Each blamed the partial hand of Fate.
The bird of heaven then cried aloud, “ Jove bids disperse the murm’ring crowd ; “ The God rejects your idle prayers. “ Would ye, rebellious mutineers ! “ Entirely change your name and nature, “ And be the very envy'd creature? " What, silent all, and none consent ? “ Be happy then and learn content ! “ Nor imitate the restless mind, “ And proud ambition of mankind.”
No eye beheld when William plunged
Young Edmund in the stream: No human ear but William's heard
Young Edmund's drowning scream.
Submissive all the vassals owned
The murderer for the lord ; And he, as rightful heir, possessed
The house of Erlingford,
The ancient house of Erlingford
Stood in a fair domain,
Rolled through the fertile plain,
But never could Lord William dare
To gaze on Severn's stream ;
He heard young Edmund's scream!
In vain, at midnight's silent hour,
Sleep closed the murderer's eyes ; In every dream the murderer saw
Young Edmund's form arise !
-Slow were the passing hours, yet swift The months appeared to roll ; And now the day returned that shook
With terror William's soul
A day that William never felt
Return without dismay;
Young Edmund's dying day.
A fearful day was that! the rains
Fell fast with tempest roar,
Far on the level shore.
In vain Lord William sought the feast,
In vain he quaffed the bowl,
The anguish of his soul.
Reluctant now, as night came on,
His lonely couch he pressed ;
To sleep-but not to rest.