Nor yet stole sweetly over the cool From the forest dim, Nor bells from Allerheiligen! Flew twenty summers; the monks were there How few that heard the chanted prayer 'Mong lives monotonous and pale, From the forest dim, And bells from Allerheiligen! Seven hundred summers; the monks are gone: Their abbey in the wood Resigns in every mouldered stone A human brotherhood! Ivy and vine and roses vie Perfume the air, in place of myrrh, Breathing from a thurifer: Winds are jubilant, wail, complain, Where many a blaze of jewel-pane Heard the tempestuous anthem heave and wane! In yonder aisles of forest dim; Is the only bell, Hangs now in Allerheiligen ! Roden Noel. NOT, THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. OT, like his great compeers, indignantly stream The wandering (Who loves the cross, yet to the crescent's gleam When the first ship sailed for the golden fleece,- To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars. William Wordsworth. A ON THE DANUBE NEAR ITS SOURCE. S one who gazes on a child whose look Betokens promise, and whose bright career Is seen without or augury or seer, Even so I gaze upon this little brook, I see the hero Sobieski come, To quell the host that threatened Christendom: James Cochrane. IT Blenheim (Blindheim). THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. T was a summer evening; She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet, In playing there, had found: He came to ask what he had found, That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ""T is some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. “I find them in the garden, For there's many hereabout; And often, when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 't was all about," "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, |