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“ And, by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
I'll row you o'er the ferry.”
The water-wraith was shrieking;
Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer. “ O haste thee, haste !” the lady cries,
“ Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.”
A stormy sea before her
The tempest gathered o'er her.
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing-
His child he did discover!
And one was round her lover. “ Come back ! come back !” he cried in grief,
" Across this stormy water ; And I'll forgive your Highland chief
My daughter !-oh! my daughter !" 'Twas vain !- the loud waves lash'd the shore,
Return or aid preventing :
And he was left lamenting.
LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM.- Atherstone.
There was a man,
The captive's lot
With earliest morn,
The iron door was closed for them
The fettered soldier sunk-and with deep awe
He slept at last
Soon the storm
Loudly the father called upon his child :No voice replied. Trembling and anxiously He searched their couch of straw :-with headlong haste Trod round his stinted limits, and, low bent, Groped darkling on the earth :-no child was there. Again he called :-again at farthest stretch Of his accursed fetters—till the blood Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes Fire flashed-he strained with arm extended far And fingers widely spread, greedy to touch Though but his idol's garment. Useless toil ! Yet still renewed :-still round and round he goes, And strains and snatches and with dreadful cries Calls on his boy. Mad frenzy fires him now; He plants against the wall his feet ;-his chain Grasps ;-tugs with giant strength to force away The deep-driven staple ;-yells and shrieks with rage. And, like a desert lion in the snare
aging to break his toils—to and fro bounds. But see! the ground is opening :
:-a blue light
The father saw
Silent and pale
Is happiness. Yet could one last embrace Be given, 'twere still a sweeter thing to die.
It will be given. Look! how the rolling ground, At every swell, nearer and still more near Moves towards the father's outstretched arm his boy :Once he has touched his garment ;-how his eye Lightens with love—and hope-and anxious fears ! Ha ! see! he has him now !-he clasps him round Kisses his face ;-puts back the curling locks That shaded his fine brow :-looks in his eyes, Grasps in his own those little dimpled handsThen folds him to his breast, as he was wont To lie when sleeping--and resigned awaits Undreaded death.
And death came soon and swift, And pangless.
The huge pile sunk down at once Into the opening earth. Walls-arches-roof And deep foundation stones--all mingling fell !
Edinburgh : Printed by W. & R. Chambers,
19, Waterloo Place.