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THE FLIGHT OF XERXES.-MARIA JANE JEWSBURY.
I saw him on the battle-eve,
When like a king he bore him,-
And prouder chiefs before him;
No daunting thoughts came o'er him;
Was covered with his fleet;
His bannered millions meet;
The thunder of their feet!
Nor chief his steps attended;
With war-cries proudly blended,
He who with heaven contended
Alone, and in despair!
For they were monarchs there;
Must all their fury dare.
PADDY MCGRATH'S INTRODUCTION TO MR. BRUIN.
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.
HERO AND LEANDER.-Leigh HUNT.
But he, Leander, almost half across,
But driven about at last, and drenched the while,
And at that thought he stiffens once again
I need not tell how Hero, when her light
But when he came not, -when from hour to hour
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,