'Chase,' he said: the ship flew forward,

And the wind did blow;

Stately, lightly, went she Norward,

Till she near'd the foe.

Then they look'd at him they hated,

Had what they desired:

Mute with folded arms they waited

Not a gun was fired.

But they heard the foeman's thunder

Roaring out their doom;

All the air was torn in sunder,

Crashing went the boom,

Spars were splinter'd, decks were shatter'd,

Bullets fell like rain;

Over mast and deck were scatter'd

Blood and brains of men.

Spars were splinter'd; decks were broken :

Every mother's son

Down they dropt-no word was spoken

Each beside his gun.

On the decks as they were lying,

Were their faces grim.

In their blood, as they lay dying,

Did they smile on him.

Those, in whom he had reliance

For his noble name,

With one smile of still defiance

Sold him unto shame.

Shame and wrath his heart confounded,

Pale he turn'd and red,

Till himself was deadly wounded

Falling on the dead.

Dismal error! fearful slaughter!

Years have wander❜d by,

Side by side beneath the water
Crew and Captain lie;

There the sunlit ocean tosses

O'er them mouldering,

And the lonely seabird crosses

With one waft of the wing.

THE LORD OF BURLEIGH.

IN her ear he whispers gaily,
'If my heart by signs can tell,
Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily,
And I think thou lov'st me well.'

She replies, in accents fainter,

'There is none I love like thee.'

He is but a landscape-painter,
And a village maiden she.
He to lips, that fondly falter,
Presses his without reproof:

Leads her to the village altar,

And they leave her father's roof.

'I can make no marriage present:

Little can I give my wife.

Love will make our cottage pleasant,

And I love thee more than life.'

They by parks and lodges going
See the lordly castles stand :
Summer woods, about them blowing,

Made a murmur in the land.

From deep thought himself he rouses, Says to her that loves him well,

'Let us see these handsome houses

Where the wealthy nobles dwell.'

So she goes by him attended,
Hears him lovingly converse,

Sees whatever fair and splendid

Lay betwixt his home and hers; Parks with oak and chestnut shady, Parks and order'd gardens great, Ancient homes of lord and lady,

Built for pleasure and for state.

All he shows her makes him dearer:

Evermore she seems to gaze

On that cottage growing nearer,

Where they twain will spend their days.

O but she will love him truly!

He shall have a cheerful home;

She will order all things duly,

When beneath his roof they come.

Thus her heart rejoices greatly,
Till a gateway she discerns

With armorial bearings stately,
And beneath the gate she turns;

Sees a mansion more majestic

Than all those she saw before:

Many a gallant gay domestic

Bows before him at the door. And they speak in gentle murmur,

When they answer to his call,

While he treads with footsteps firmer,
Leading on from hall to hall.

And, while now she wonders blindly,

Nor the meaning can divine,