Unto his throne he makes his way, And smiles while issuing his command. Out from a dungeon, dim and drear, As forth he comes into the court. As boldly standing on his ground, Yet look! the lad is sound and free; A piercing shriek breaks on the air, 66 Yet ere that last word of despair Look, see, Commodus, how he frowns, To him who brings that man to me. They know not whence the weapon came, Until the object of its aim Lay pierc'd in death, right through-the heart. He bids another sword be giv'n, Another lion to be freed; He scorns to have the youth forgiv'n Until his gallant form shall bleed. Again he meets the lion's eye, Again we hear that cry of woe; Again a shaft is seen to fly, And overpower the mighty foe.. The people raise a joyful cry, This sight was never seen before; The Emperor moves angrily And shouts his orders out once more. This time six brutes, instead of one, From out their dens are seen to start; Each one is pierced through the heart. F Instead of lying in his shroud, A helping hand to save him now, And ye shall see, I'll keep my vow." Determined that the blood be spilt, The threat'ning weapon to the hilt. Deaf'ning the roars which shake the air, And if the court we could but search, Smiling in grim security. We leave the lovers to their joy, The Passing Bell. FROM day to day a bell is heard, Solemn and sad, with measur'd toll : Alas! its muffl'd peal to death (Weird in its gloomy length and pow'r) Which numbs each beating heart with fear JOHN EMMET, F.L.S. BY GEORGE ACKROYD, J.P. JOHN EMMET was born at Final Royd House, Birkenshaw, in 1822. He was educated at Elam's Academy, Birstall. About thirty years ago he removed to Boston Spa, at which charming locality he has resided, more or less, ever since. When quite a youth the poetic faculty strongly developed itself in his nature, and he commenced contributing dainty gems to several of the principal Yorkshire papers. A passion for Botany, Antiquities, Conchology, Gardening and collecting Flint Implements also appeared, and articles from his pen on these and kindred subjects appeared in the Bradford Observer and other publications many years since. Mr. Emmet has also contributed to the Archaeological Journal, The Naturalist, Chambers's Journal, Science Gossip and numerous other leading magazines from the Standard downwards. He was elected a Fellow of the Linnæan Society in 1885. It is much to be regretted that Mr. Emmet has never yet issued his poems in book form. He says in a letter received lately, "I have many volumes of MSS., but I never had pluck to publish.” In 1878 he visited Italy and was introduced to Pope Leo XIII. and Victor Hugo. Among other men he has had the privilege of knowing and associating with are Wordsworth, Hartley Coleridge, James Montgomery, Charles Waterton and P. J. Bailey. Mr. Emmet was also intimately acquainted with many of the characters in Charlotte Brontë's " Shirley"; four or five of them were his personal friends. A distant relative of his is John Strange Winter, whose aunt, his uncle married. Says Miss E. Helen Barlow, of Bury, in "North Country Poets," "He (Mr. Emmet) enjoys his otium cum dignitate, and has not an enemy in the world. He lives in a house smothered with roses, and filled with old china bric-a-brac, antiquarian and other curiosities, as Waugh would say, 'crom full of ancientry and Roman hawpennies,' and books and pictures old and new. He leads a cultured life, varied by travel, retaining his intellectual tastes in all their freshness, enjoys life and his churchwarden pipe, and is never better pleased that when offering hospitality to old friends of similar tastes; and indeed, with his quaint, happy way of looking at things, his inexhaustible fund of apt anecdote and vast general information, a more entertaining companion or genial host would be hard to find." His love for every living creature wins in return the fearless confidence of all animals, who seem at once to recognise him as a friend. In Mr. Emmet's neighbourhood he is regarded as a sort of walking encyclopedia, and whenever coins or trophies, shells or rare flowers, curious stones, or old books are discovered, he is supposed to know all about them and name them as did Adam in Eden." The poems appended will amply prove Mr. Emmet's right to a prominent place among the Spen Valley Poets, and though he is now far removed from the locality, thirty years of his youth spent in and near Birkenshaw always lends to his present day life a kindly and tender recollection. "Golden Stairs" is reprinted from a leaflet possessed by the late Abraham Holdroyd, and which appeared in the "Bradfordian." It has been reprinted many times. Pessimist and Optimist. A True Story of a worthy Spen Valley Couple. OLD Billy Buttons went to bed Bad debts, green harvests ruled his head, His old wife Dolly slumbered nigh So passed the night—a restless toss― Chuck, chuck! I never slept the night, "And didst thee earn a shilling by't," F 2 |