A sort of thing at which one would have laugh'd, Their preservation would have been a miracle. The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews; Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell, And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, And first one universal shriek there rush'd Accompanied with a convulsive splash, From the unfinished Opera of "The Foresters." WE two, each other's only pride, Through wilds will roam, and deserts rude zon 4. 'For, Love, thy home is solitude.boll ... There shall no vain pretender be,f bra To court thy smiles and torture me; No proud superior there be seen; But nature's voice shall hail thee queen. With fond respect and tender awe, 794T Be all that friends and parents are. 12 Sheridan STAY, lady-stay, for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy : Poor foolish child! how pleas'd was I To see the lighted window's flame! The people's shouts were long and loud; "Oh! why do tears steal down your cheeks," ne "What is an orphan boy ?" I said; When suddenly she gasp'd for breath, But now, no more a parent's joy, b of 19 Oh! were I by your bounty fed !- Mrs. Opie, Lochinvar. Он, young Lochinvar is come out of the west !! Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone od 77 So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, 1961There never was knight like the young Lochinvar !o? He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none→ But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, 7 The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, woTVI Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar nt[all! So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,w 'Mong bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his swordFor the poor craven bridegroom said never a word"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war? Or to dance at our bridal? young Lord Lochinvar !" 1 "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit ye denied: So stately his form, and so lovely her face, And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar!" One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar. t There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan ; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ! Scott. The Battle of Blenheim. It was a summer's evening, And by him sported on the green She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, In playing there had found, He came to ask what he had found, Old Kaspar took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, "'Tis some poor fellow's scull," said he, "I find them in the garden, The ploughshare turns them out: "Now tell us what 'twas all about," |