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I saw him on the battle-eve,

When like a king he bore him,-
Proud hosts in glittering helm and greave,

And prouder chiefs before him;
The warrior, and the warrior's deeds,
The morrow, and the morrow's meeds,

No daunting thoughts came o'er him;
He looked around him, and his eye
Defiance flashed to earth and sky.
He looked on ocean,-its broad breast

Was covered with his fleet;
On earth,-and saw from east to west

His bannered millions meet;
While rock and glen and cave and coast
Shook with the war-cry of that host,

The thunder of their feet!
He heard the imperial echoes ring, -
He heard, and felt himself a king.
I saw him next alone: nor camp

Nor chief his steps attended;
Nor banner blazed, nor courser's tramp

With war-cries proudly blended,
He stood alone, whom fortune high
So lately seemed to deify;

He who with heaven contended
Fle like a fugitive and slave!
Behind, the foe; before, the wave.
He stood-fleet, army, treasure, gone

Alone, and in despair!
But wave and wind swept ruthless on,

For they were monarchs there;
And Xerxes, in a single bark,
Where late his thousand ships were dark,

Must all their fury dare.
What a revenge,-a trophy, this,--
For thee, immortal Salamis !


Not long since I was walking with Jimmy Butler through a thick wood on me way to Judy O'Flinn's, to pay me bist addrissis to her, whin Jimmy very suddintly cries out,“ Be jabers ! but there's Mr. Bruin !" and with that he runs off like a shot, lavin' me alone jist forninst the ould gintleman.

“Mr. Bruin, are ye?" says I. “How do you do, Mr. Bruin? Happy to know yer worship, and hope yer honor's well. Happy o’yer acquaintince," says I. A grunt was the only answer I resaved.

“Och, sure!" thinks I,“ yer a quare ould chap at iny rate;" and thin I axed him how Mrs. Bruin, and all the young spalpeen Bruins prospered. He only gev me another grunt. “ Bad luck to yer eddication !" says I. “Where did ye hev yer bringin' up? Me name's Paddy McGrath, of Tipperary county, ould Ireland, at yer sarvice,” says I agin, thinkin' to hev some conversation wid him. He only showed me his big grinders and gev me another grunt, but he still stood lookin' at me. “Be dad! but he's niver been taught his letthers, and cannot understhand me,or his eyes must be mighty wake and bad. The top o' the mornin' to yez? Do yez always wear yer coat with the wool on the outside ?” says I agin.

This samed to touch a tinder pint wid him, and he kem towards me. Holdin' out me hand, I wint to mate him.

“Excuse the complimint,” says I,“ but you've a mighty oogly moog, so ye hev."

He grinned mighty plazed like, and held out his arrums to . embrace me. Jist as I kem widin rache of his long arrums, he gev me a cuff aside me hid, which sint me flyin'. Me sinsis lift me mighty quick afther he sthruck me, and whin they kem back, I found mesel a-rollin' down a shtape hill, wid no chance to sthop. Prisintly, howiver, I sthruck a big stoomp, and suddintly sthopped. Whin I got on me fate agin, I saw Mr. Bruin comin' afther me on his hands and knase, and grinnin' as much as to say, “I beg yer pardin, but I didn't mane to tip yez so hard.”

“Och, I furgive yez;" says I: come to me arrums, Mr. Bruin. Paddy McGrath is not the filler to hould a groodge agin a frind. Yer as welcome to me embrace as me own Judy.” This samed to plaze the ould gint mightily, for he shtood on his fate and agin held out his arrums; I rushed to his embrace widout anoother wurd.

“Och, murdher! murdher!" I scramed;"yer a practiced hugger, ye are! ye've been in the business afore! How I pity

Mrs. Bruin if ye sarve her this way often. Och, murdher!" I cried agin ; “I don't like such tight squazin'. I'll be satisfied wid the little ye've gev me if ye'll loosen yer howld, and gev me a rist.”

He gev me a harder squaze than iver, and opened his big eogly jaws and tried to bite me nose off.

“ Bedad! are ye a haythen cannibal ?” says I, “ that ye'd take a filler's hid off to show yer love for him ?"

He gev me another bug, and fastened his big taath onto me lift shoulder. “ Bad cess to ye !" says I,“but yer afther makin' too fra wid me on short acquaintince; but I'll be aven wid yez,"--s0 sayin', I twisted me arrum from his grasp, and, thrustin' me shillaly into his mouth, gev it a twist with such mighty force that I broke his under jaw.

The ould gint samed to think he had been too lovin' wid me, so givin’a grunt, he let go me shoulder, takin' a pound of me tinder flish wid him, which he ate wid a big relish.

“Bedad ! Paddy! if yez don't outdo yer new friend, he'll lave but little of yez for yer Judy,” thinks I, and widout more ado I gev him a blow between his eyes. He gev a quick jerk back, and I sprang from his embrace-but, och! deary me! he took the whole of me fine coat, weskit, and shirt but the shlaves, and started off wid 'em. “Och! ye thavin' murdherin' nager,” says I, bring back me close or I can't pay me addrissis to me Judy, darlint."

He niver paid me a bit o' notice, but rooshed off. I stharted asther the haythenish baste.

He climbed up a big tra mighty quick, takin' me close wid him. I axed him, very perlite like, to throw down me wearin' apparel, but he only blinked his bloody eyes at me.

I was jist goin' to throw me shillaly at him, when I heard a gun go off, and Mr. Bruin gev a terrible squail, dhropped me close, and kem toomblin' to the ground. I looked around in astonishmint, and saw Jimmy Butler and siveral others, comin' down the hill towards me.

Whin Jimmy saw me alive he cried like a spalpeen, and rushed into me arrums. When he let me go, I axed him what he mint by shootin' Mr. Bruin in that way. He told me he was a bear and would hev kilt me. "A bear! did ye say !" says I, “why didn't yez tell me afore so that I could hev kipt ye company in yer runnin' away from him? A bear!" says !, agin, beginnin' to trimble for fear the ould gint might not be quite dead-"give him another shot, Jimmy, to be sure ye've kilt him intirely.”

He was dead sure enough, and we lift him alone quite gory.

Jimmy got me some new close, and we wint home.

Whin I told Judy of the squazin' I got, -he blushed, and put her arrums around me nick, and gev me so soft a squazo that, for a time, I forgot me introduction to Mr. Bruin.


But he, Leander, almost half across,
Threw his blithe locks behind him with a toss,
And hailed the light victoriously, secure
Of clasping his kind love, so sweet and sure;
When suddenly, a blast, as if in wrath,
Sheer from the hills, came headlong on his path;
Then started off; and driving round the sea,
Dashed up the panting waters roaringly.
The youth at once was thrust beneath the main
With blinded eyes, but quickly rose again,
And with a smile at heart, and stouter pride,
Surmounted, like a god, the rearing tide.
But what? The torch gone out! So long, too! See,
He thinks comes! Ah, yes,—'tis she! 'tis she!
Again he springs; and though the winds arise
Fiercer and fiercer, swims with ardeni eyes;
And always, though with ruffian waves dashed hard,
Turns thither with glad groan his stout regard;
And always, though his sense seems washed away,
Emerges, fighting towards the cordial ray.

But driven about at last, and drenched the while,
The noble boy loses that inward smile.
For now, from one black atmosphere, the rain
Sweeps into stubborn mixture with the main;
And the brute wind, unmuffling all its roar,
Storms; and the light, gone out, is seen no more.
Then dreadful thoughts of death, of waves heaped on him,
And friends and parting daylight rush upon him.
He thinks of prayers to Neptune and his daughters,
And Venus, Hero's queen, sprung from the waters;
And then of Hero only,- how she fares,
And what she'll feel, when the blank inorn appears;

And at that thought he stiffens once again
His limbs, and pants, and strains, and climbs-in vain.
Fierce draughts he swallows of the wilful wave,
His tossing hands are lax, his blind look grave,
Till the poor youth (and yet no coward he)
Spoke once her name, and, yielding wearily,
Wept in the middle of the scornful sea.

I need not tell how Hero, when her light
Would burn no longer, passed that dreadful night;
How she exclaimed, and wept, and could not sit
One instant in one place ; nor how she lit
The torch a hundred times, and when she found
'Twas all in vain, her gentle head turned round
Almost with rage; and in her fond despair
She tried to call him through the deafening air.

But when he came not, -when from hour to hour
He came not,-though the storm had spent its power,
And when the casement, at the dawn of light,
Began to show a square of ghastly white,
She went up to the tower, and straining out
To search the seas, downwards, and round about
She saw at last,-she saw her lord indeed
Floating, and washed about, like a vile weed ;-
On which such strength of passion and dismay
Seized her, and such an impotence to stay,
That from the turret, like a stricken dove,
With fluttering arins she leaped, and joined her drowned love.

AULD ROBIN GRAY.-ANNE BARXARD. (Lady Anne Barnard, daughter of the Earl of Balcarres, was born in 1750. Robin Gray chanced to be the name of a shepherd at Balcarres. While she was writing this ballad, a little sister looked in on her. * What more shall I do," Anne asked, “ to trouble a poor girl? I've sent her Jamie to sen, broken her father's arni, made her mother ill, and given her an old man for a lover. There's room in the four lines for ONE sorrow more. What shall it be?" "Steal the cow, sister Anne." Accordingly the cow was stolen.

The second part, it is said, was written to please her mother, who often asked "how that unlucky business of Jeanie and Jamie ended."]


When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's a' at hame,
And a' the weary warld to rest are gane,
The woes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e,
Unkent by my gudeman, wha sleeps sound by me.
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride,
But saving a crown he had naething else beside;
To mak the crown a pound my Jamie gued to sea,
And the crown and the pound-they were baith for me.

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