THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST. (Longfellow.) Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, Long besieged, in mud and rain, Some old frontier town of Flanders. Up and down the dreary camp, In great boots of Spanish leather, Striding with a measured tramp, These hidalgos, dull and damp, Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather. Thus, as to and fro they went, Over upland and through hollow, Giving their impatience vent, Yes; it was a swallow's nest Built of clay and hair of horses, Mane or tail or dragoon's crest, Found on hedge-rows, east or west, After skirmish of the forces. Then an old hidalgo said, As he twirled his grey mustachio, Hearing his imperial name Coupled with those words of malice, *Macho in Spanish signifies "a mule." Half in anger, half in shame, "Let no hand the bird molest," 'Tis the wife of some deserter." Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft, Through the camp was spread the rumour, And the soldiers, as they quaffed Flemish beer at dinner, laughed At the emperor's pleasant humour. So unharmed and unafraid Sat the swallow still and brooded, Through the walls a breach had made, Then the army, elsewhere bent, Very curtly, "Leave it standing!" So it stood there all alone, Loosely flapping, torn and tattered, Till the brood was fledged and flown, Singing o'er those walls of stone Which the cannonshot had shattered. *Golondrina is " a swallow" and " a deserter." AN ODE.-(Sir W. Fones.) What constitutes a state? Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride, With powers as far above dull brutes endued As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : And sovereign law, that state's collected will, Sits empress crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend Dissension like a vapour sinks, And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore! Shall Britons languish, and be men no more? Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, And steal inglorious to the silent grave. ON HIS TWENTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY. (Milton.) How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, All is, if I have grace to use it so As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye. ON HIS BLINDNESS.—(Milton.) When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless. Though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present And post o'er land and ocean without rest; Live in Love; 'tis Pleasant Living. 183 LIVE IN LOVE; 'TIS PLEASANT LIVING. (Edward Capern.) Be not harsh and unforgiving; Turn not thou again and rend him, Words of kindness, spoke in season, Let thy loving be a passion, Hast thou known that bitter feeling |