The dog is not of mountain-breed ; Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow, or on height; It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps till June December's snow; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn* below! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Nor far had gone before he found He instantly recall'd the name, On which the traveller pass'd this way. But hear a wonder, for whose sake A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well. The dog, which still was hovering nigh, This dog had been, through three months' space, A dweller in that savage place! * Tarn, a small mountain lake, or pool. Yes, proof was plain, that since the day How nourish'd here through such long time, Wordsworth. CASABIANCA.* THE boy stood on the burning deck Yet beautiful and bright he stood, A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on - he would not go He call'd aloud:-" Say, Father, say He knew not that the chieftain lay * Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the Admiral of the French fleet, remained at his post, in the Battle of the Nile, after his ship, the "Orient," had caught fire, and after all the guns had been abandoned. He perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder magazine.-Vide "Battle of the Nile," p. 298. "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, And but the booming shots replied, Upon his brow he felt their breath, And look'd from that lone post of death, And shouted but once more aloud, While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud They wrapt the ship in splendor wild, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart. Mrs. Hemans. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. Ir was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. •“But,” nothing but (except); only. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, Down came the storm, and smote amain, She shudder'd and paused, like a frighted steed, "Come hither! come hither! my And do not tremble so, little daughter, For I can weather the roughest gale, He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat "O father! I hear the church bells ring, what may it be?" O say, ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!". And he steered for the open sea. "O father! I hear the sound of guns, O say, what inay it be?" Some ship in distress, that cannot live "O father! I see a gleaming light, say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. To the rocks and breakers right ahead And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks they gored her side At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach, To see the form of a maiden fair, The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Longfellow AN INDIAN'S GRATITUDE. Both wind and wave had rest. And to a cottar's hut that eve And broken were his bow and spear, And all his arrows spent. |