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LORD HEALEY 
 
 OTHER POEMS 
 
 BY 
 
 SYLVESTER GRAHAM VANCE. 
 
 MAK SMALLTOWN: 
 
 S. G. VANCE. 
 
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 Entered according" to Act of Cont^ress, in the )'ear 1890, by 
 
 SYLVESTER GRAHAM VANCE, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Contircss at \\'a.shin":ton 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Dedication 5 
 
 To THE Public 6 
 
 Invocation 7 
 
 Advertisement 8 
 
 Lord Healey 9 
 
 Prelude 9 
 
 I.— The Meeting 13 
 
 II. — Bard Gaius 16 
 
 III. — The Conference 22 
 
 IV. — The Cortege 26 
 
 V. — Healey Towers 31 
 
 VI. — The Camp 39 
 
 VII.— A Morning Combat ^6 
 
 VIII.— Eric Court 53 
 
 IX. — The Witch of the Cheviots 59 
 
 X.— In the Marsh 64 
 
 XI. — Eric's Cavalcade 71 
 
 ■ XII. — Gaius, at Temple-Grot 74 
 
 XIII.— Battle of Loch na Doon 82 
 
 XIV.— Re-Union 103 
 
 XV.— Elegy On the Death of Eric 1 1 1 
 
 Interlude 119 
 
contents. 
 
 Miscellaneous — 1 25 
 
 The Comrade Brave 127 
 
 The Ocean Wave 131 
 
 Bunker Hill 133 
 
 Neighbor Hodgson's Wedding-Day 135 
 
 A Thanksgiving Ode 173 
 
 Meet Me In the Lane 181 
 
 The Stripe and Star. . 183 
 
 O Bryant 187 
 
 Our Fallen Brave 193 
 
 Fragments 199 
 
 Quatrains 201 
 
 Notes 203 
 
 Addenda 227 
 
DEDICA TION. 
 
 TO 
 
 MY WIFE, 
 
 THE PARTNER AND CROWN OF MY MANHOOD ; AND TO 
 
 MY ONLY SON, 
 
 THE JOY OK THE PRESENT AND THE HOPE OF THE 
 FUTURE, IS 
 
 THIS VOLUME, 
 
 FREICHTED WITH MANY FOND WISHES FOR ITS SUCCESS, 
 
 MOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED. 
 
ro THE PUBLIC. 
 
 In presenting this, my first work, before the reading 
 public, I hcive no apology to make for such temerity in so 
 doing; as I inteiid to launch my poetical bark upon the 
 broad ocean of public o})inion, without a desire to curry 
 favor with any one, nor with a disposition to avert any un- 
 due criticism that might be made upon this volume: for 
 even if I should have a hope of attaining either of the fore- 
 going objects by advancing an apology for its publication, 
 I would not do so. I do not send these children of my 
 brain into the cold, pitiless world as mendicants, but as 
 those who are able and willing to give a just and fair 
 equivalent for value received. But should the public think 
 otherwise, it will be all very well and good : they (my 
 works) must stand or fall, according to their merits or de- 
 merits. I ask no favors or conditions: all I request is a 
 full and impartial hearing, letting the results be what they 
 may. Yet, trusting in the Benign iNhLUENCE, who 
 guards and directs everything, that IIe will smile upon 
 these efforts and scatter blessings in their pathwa)', I now 
 give forth the best fruits of the first fourteen years of my 
 mature life, knowing full well that if I do not attain suc- 
 cess, I shall at least try to deserve it. 
 
 Respectfully, 
 
 The Author. 
 
INVOCATION. 
 
 Go, little volmnc, and meet the 
 
 Cold, bitter taunts of the throng, 
 Go, on thy mission so sweetly. 
 
 And gather the laurels of Song : 
 Tho ' many shall often deride thee. 
 
 And others on thee ever frouni, 
 Take courage, my Heart, and beside thee 
 
 Shalt Victory stand xvith his eroivn! 
 
 For friends ivill arise to uphold thee, 
 
 And sunshine icill scatter the gloom 
 That strove in the dark to enfold thee. 
 
 And herald the day of thy doom : 
 So T riumph, most sure, is aioaiting, 
 
 O Heart, for thy coming so long, 
 To give thee thy meed, consecrating 
 
 Thine hopes in the realms of Song! 
 
ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 Lord Ilealey is a fictitious character, wlio is supposed to have lived in the 
 latter days of chivalry, when the human mind was just emerging from that dark- 
 ness of iijnorance, superstition and cruelty in which it had been enveloped by the 
 night of the Mid,dle Ages. From being formerly a tributary prince of King Erie, 
 another fictitious cliaracter, who ruled over Britian, he at length revolted aud virt- 
 ually became a dictator to him; not, however, until after he had made many suc- 
 cessful attempts at insurrection, which were caused by the injustice and tlie un- 
 reasonable demands of the monarch, who never fully recognized the independ- 
 ence of Ilealey's i>eople, but who always considered them as his subjects risen 
 in rebellion against him, notwithstanding the treaties that he had signed, which 
 took cognizance of such recognition. In fine, the i'oem throughout hangs upon 
 the theme of Libeity, Equality aud Justice, in contradistinction to Tyranny, 
 Inequnlity and Injustice. This is the burden, or morale, of the Ode. But there are 
 many incidents in the career of Lord Ilealey as warrior, prince and monarch, that 
 I desire to dwell upon: and as it was impossible to arrive at this consummation in 
 one Poem, and not have it weary the reader, so it is that I propose, at an early day, 
 God willing, to i)roduce ihe finale of the piece under the title of Llewellyn, therein 
 describing his career while the sovereign of a large nation. Otlier than this, the 
 two Poems will explain themselves. 
 
LORD HEALEY 
 
 PRELUDE. 
 
 The measured march of centuries, 
 
 Thro ' Time and blight and mighty wars, 
 Proclaim not those sublimities, 
 
 Once witness'd by the regal stars: 
 Great deeds of heroes, brave and true. 
 
 Which thrill'd the daring souls of men, 
 Have faded ; and we only view. 
 
 But dimly, acts that mark'd them then: 
 So thro ' the varied years of strife. 
 
 We see the ancient cities shine 
 Likewise in all the arts of life — 
 
 In palaces and temples fine; 
 Tho ' 'neath those arches, broad and vast, 
 
 Resounds the heathen's monotone. 
 Who worships an ideal cast 
 
 Of sculptured iron, wood or stone. 
 
LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Just shame that such a thing has been ! 
 
 That nations in their fawning pride 
 Should spread afar a savage scene 
 
 Of blood and idols, well allied ! 
 Yet in that wild and golden age, 
 
 When death and rapine fiU'd the world. 
 There still would rise some hoary sage, 
 
 By whom was FREEDOM'S flag unfurl'd ; 
 And with a Hector's " matchless might," 
 
 Would overthrow foul TYRANNY 
 Amidst the bolts of clanging fight. 
 
 Where she had reign 'd o'er land and sea. 
 O thousand feats that were achieved 
 
 In days agone ! ye only seem 
 A dot in hist'ry, and believed 
 
 A mystic, strange and wand 'ring dream! 
 What tho ' those half-forgotten times 
 
 E'er cherish 'd wrongs and petty spites, 
 Still here and there, they are but chimes 
 
 From passions of those fearless wights, — 
 Whose glory was the battle-field, 
 And for the trophies it would yield, 
 When knight and charger heap'd the ground 
 With dead and dying, strewn around : 
 Then highly beat the valiant's heart 
 
 Within his deep and manly breast, 
 When for a great and glorious part 
 In daring deed and stragic art. 
 
 He'd won Tuisco's warrior-crest ! * 
 As in the old Nema^an games,t 
 
 Each champion on his fiery steed 
 
PRELUDE. i: 
 
 Contested for a trifling weed, 
 Compared to what was truly FAMES; 
 But in his fancy seemed it 
 
 With honor and with strength imbued, 
 While Wisdom's fair and flashing wit 
 
 Could not suffice his warring mood. 
 Ah ! strange it is, but stranger still 
 Are all the notions of the will ! 
 Whatever ClilVALRV can do, 
 
 Men bow before it passively. 
 Nor counting all the pains which grow 
 
 From out this fount of misery. — 
 Let scented incense, breathing fire. 
 E'er strike the poet's classic lyre, 
 And swell the joyous, glad refrain 
 Throughout his wide and rich domain; 
 Ay: let him sing of divers climes. 
 
 Of noble and the plebian race, 
 
 W^io've hurl'd the lance or sway'd the mace. 
 And deck'd the Greek and Roman rhxnies 
 With all the grandeur of their times 
 And not the shadow of their crimes! 
 Who've scorn 'd, to fear the elements 
 
 Of raging conflict, loving well 
 The burning flame of such events, 
 
 Of which the coming years would tell: 
 Yet will I sing an ode to-day, 
 With fitting thenhe for any lay, 
 Of him who rear'd his banner high 
 For Love and TRUTH and Liberty ; 
 Who poised aloft his shining star. 
 
LORD HEALEY. 
 
 And thro ' the riftuig clouds afar 
 
 It could be seen, — that badge of light, — 
 
 To guide the nations now aright ! 
 
 Oh ! true as steel to God and Man, 
 
 He bade the slumbering world arise. 
 And led to struggles in the van, 
 
 Where lay proud Vict'rv's glowing prize 
 Where joint EoUALiTV could find 
 
 A resting for her weary feet 
 Upon her mountain-throne, enshrined 
 
 In Peace's plumes and sav'ries sweet. 
 Such were his patriot traits sublime, 
 
 Of whom I sing with fervor strong, 
 
 Who earn'd the psans of a song 
 On gory fields, suppressing crime ; 
 Who built upon a shatter 'd throne 
 
 A government of far renown, 
 Which common-sense and valor won, — 
 
 Well worth}' of a golden cnjwn ! 
 Then, hail with shout and loud 'acclaim 
 This leader of enduring name, 
 Who storm 'd the battlements of Wrong, 
 And gave to Man free use of tongue: 
 A use to advocate the laws, 
 
 Or crush them, as his reason taught, 
 When injured Justice, lurking flaws, 
 
 Pervaded them in every thought. 
 So let us raise a chant to-day, 
 
 As we speed down the fleeting hours. 
 For him who open'd Freedom's way, 
 
 And Uved and died in Healey Towers I 
 
THE MEETING. 
 
 I.— THE MEETING. 
 
 Far-slanting o'er the heathy downs, 
 
 The morning-beams appear ; 
 They fill with light the leafy crowns 
 
 Of ridges, far and near. 
 So sweetly does each plantain look. 
 Greensward, and running brook, 
 That things alike, created new, 
 
 Blend softly with the azure sky. 
 Which thrill the spirit thro ' and thro,' 
 
 Like Beauty's flashing eye. 
 As in a magic mirror's face, 
 We see the glowing trace 
 Of Nature's self, her many charms, 
 Embraced in MORNING'S arms: 
 Yet o'er this scenery, brooding lone, 
 
 There comes a sudden change, 
 Which hushes Nature's droning tone 
 
 Within the vision's range; 
 But what increases a surprise 
 
 More vivid and complete, 
 Than when CREATION'S fair emprise. 
 With all her wondrous subtilties. 
 At Man's approach in meekness lies. 
 
 Drooping toward her feet ! 
 
 'Tis now a horseman, armor'd knight, 
 That mars this lovely scene. 
 
 Fresh for some fierce and deadly fight. 
 Or friendship, true, serene. 
 
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LORD HEALEV. 
 
 He lifts his casque — alights, to drink 
 
 The lapping water cool, 
 Which ushers from a hidden sink 
 
 Beneath the bubbly pool ; 
 When, quickly starting to his feet, 
 
 He grasps his barbed spear, 
 And listens to the ringing beat 
 
 Of footfalls, drawing near. 
 Not long this waiting, for beyond 
 
 The crystal-flowing mere. 
 Just where a hill her robe has donn'd, 
 
 Down by the lakelet clear, 
 And coming 'round a smoothed curve. 
 
 Where lie the pebbles white, 
 There rides without a pause or swerve 
 
 A gaudy, gallant knight. 
 
 Advancing to the rippling stream, 
 
 He hails the other free: 
 " Where now, my Lord ? Thou doest seem 
 
 A rover, verily." 
 Lord Healey, with a cold reply, 
 
 Returns his warm salute:* 
 " Sir Gerald of the falcon's eye 
 
 Is wise, and not a mute." 
 " Why speaketh thou thus icily 
 
 To one who lov'st thee well? 
 The one who's struggling manfully 
 
 To break the tyrant's spell ; 
 Yet hearken, noble warrior bold, 
 
 And hear the news I brine: 
 
THE MEETING. 1$ 
 
 King Eric hath his troops enroll 'd, 
 
 And on thee means to spring!! 
 Beware ! and heed my warning words, 
 
 Ere it shouldst be too late ! 
 Let Healey soldiers, Healey swords, 
 
 Seal Eric's certain fate ! " 
 " 'Tis well! " replied Lord Healey, stern: 
 
 " If Eric thinks to quell 
 The Border heroes, he will earn 
 
 His pall and parting knell ! 
 And furthermore, most RoYAL Sir, 
 
 Give him this message soon : 
 That if he will his steps bestir, 
 
 And cross the Loch na Doon, 
 I swear before HiGH HEAVEN to-day. 
 
 His bloody corse to fling 
 Into its dark and muddy bay, 
 
 Whence scaly reptiles spring ! 
 
 " Adieu ! and hasten swiftly back 
 
 Unto the caitiff's court,! 
 Where all the blackest of the black. 
 
 And vilest now resort ! " 
 With this he turn'd, and leapt upon 
 
 His prancing charger near. 
 And in a moment more was gone 
 
 Far on his wild career. 
 " Cursed be Lord Healey evermore ! " 
 
 Fell from Sir Gerald's lip, 
 As he beheld him gallop o'er 
 
 A hillock's rugged tip: 
 
i6 LORD HEAI.EY. 
 
 " Yes ! curses nine upon his head,§ 
 
 Who dared address me so, 
 When at his word I wouldst have bled, 
 
 Nor vvreck'd each level'd blow ! " 
 In wrathful heat he wheel'd about, 
 
 And sped upon his course, 
 To join the gay and brilliant rout 
 
 Of Eric's sturdy force. || 
 
 II.— BARD GAIUS. 
 
 As o'er the rugged ground he took his way, 
 His thoughts as boding as the cannon's bray, 
 Lord Healey utter 'd forth his fuming wrath, 
 While on he sped in the recumbent path : 
 
 " Aha, Sir Gerald ! thou hast been betray 'd 
 By thine own cunning in yon forest glade : 
 The inmost chambers of the heart can hold 
 But little pretense, that will not unfold 
 Before the searching gaze of eyes that see 
 The artful scheming of thy villainyl 
 'Twas well I stopt thee, going to the Towers, 
 Since thou wouldst tell of my recruited powers ; 
 For Healey 's withering strength shalt be known. 
 When least expected, in their glittering town ! " 
 
 So on he mutters in his fiery mood, 
 When all at once within a little wood, — 
 There at his right, — swells out serenely-clear 
 A minstrel's song, in MusiC'S atmosphere: 
 SONG. 
 " Blest songters of Morning, 
 O beautiful bowers, 
 
BARD GAIUS. 17 
 
 When Love is a-dawning, 
 
 Make gladsome the hours ; 
 Ye seem to our nature 
 
 The emblems of JOY, 
 Whose ev'ery fond creature 
 
 Is free from alloy. 
 
 " How gayly we've wander 'd 
 
 Your fields of the Past, 
 And lovingly ponder'd 
 
 Affections, and vast, 
 That bound us together. 
 
 My lassie, and I : — 
 Sing, birds of yon heather. 
 
 Where Jeannie doth lie ! " 
 
 There was a pause of the melodious notes, 
 And from the twanging harp the music floats, 
 To die throughout the wooded aisles along. 
 When sounds the harpist's gentle Angel-Song : 
 
 " Looking towards our gracious HeaveN, 
 
 There we see the spirits dwell 
 Happy in our Christ forgiven, 
 
 Where the living FOUNTAINS well ; 
 Where the GoOD and Righteous ever 
 
 Live in blest security. 
 By the EVERLASTING River 
 
 Flowing to the JASPER Sea. 
 
 There, O there, on hights eternal. 
 Will we see the glories shine 
 
5 • LORD HEAT.EY. 
 
 With a radiance supernal 
 
 'Round the Savior most divine! 
 
 " O the shining seat of Jesus, 
 
 Breaking on our 'wilder'd sight, 
 In the time when He will see us 
 
 Kneeling Tore His throne of white: 
 Crystallized with jewel 'd splendor, 
 
 How it sparkles, how it glows, 
 Far more than the Iris tender. 
 With its many-color'd bows! 
 
 There, O there, on hights eternal. 
 
 Will we see the glories shine 
 With a radiance supernal 
 
 'Round the Savior most divine! 
 
 " Soon we'll see it, O ye nations! 
 
 Ever ever see it fair. 
 Blushing sweetest, meet oblations 
 
 On the Son and godly Heir ! 
 O thou Heaven, blessed Heaven! 
 
 We are waiting for the time, 
 When our earthly bands are riven. 
 To be usher'd in thy clime ! 
 
 There, O there, on hights eternal, 
 
 Will we see the glories shine 
 With a radiance surpernal 
 
 'Round the Savior most divine! 
 
 A soothing quiet fell upon the ear, 
 As ceased the cadence of the music clear: 
 
BARD GAT US. 
 
 Now soft, then grand, and swelling in its tone, 
 Arose this anthem for a hero gone: 
 
 SONG. 
 
 " Rest to-day, O fallen hero. 
 
 Where we laid thee long ago, 
 When our ranks were rent asunder 
 
 By the fierce and cruel foe: 
 Where the blood in flowing ripples 
 Coursed the ground on either side, 
 There we laid thee, — meekly, lowly, — 
 In the shades of eventide. 
 
 Rest today, O fallen hero ! 
 
 Where we laid thee, long ago. 
 When our ranks were rent asunder 
 By the fierce and cruel foe ! 
 
 " Howl ye winds and seething torrents 
 
 O'er his cold and clammy bed ! 
 Ye can nevermore disturb him 
 
 On the field where thousands bled ! 
 For his march of Triumph's ended 
 On this world's great battle-plain: 
 Low he lies beneath the cover 
 Of the vintage of the slain ! 
 
 Rest to-day, O fallen hero ! 
 
 Where we laid thee, long ago. 
 When our ranks were rent asunder 
 By the fierce and cruel foe ! 
 
 " Cease your weeping, friends and brothers, 
 For the hero laid to rest; 
 
20 LOkD HEALEV. 
 
 He has gone to join the anthems 
 
 In the Home among the Bless'u. 
 No more anguish shalt beset thee, 
 
 O thou fallen, lying low ! 
 Reap the laurels, red with carnage. 
 For thy spotless, marble brow ! 
 Rest to-day, O fallen hero ! 
 
 Where we laid thee, long ago, 
 When our ranks were rent asunder 
 By the fierce and cruel foe! " 
 
 Another pause: then o'er that lonely wild 
 There ' rose a strain of passions undefiled, 
 Which floated sweetly on the waiting air. 
 To sway its hearers with its fragrance rare: 
 
 " Speak boldly and fluently, sons of our land, 
 
 In the cause of your liberty, — worthily, grand, — 
 
 That patriots may guide us, wherever we be, 
 
 As kings of our country, and lords of the sea ! 
 
 Arouse, all ye freemen ! once more to unite 
 
 The tribes of our freedom with Honor and RiGilT, 
 
 So enemies either to peasant or thane, 
 
 May witness the growth of old Albin's domain ! 
 
 " Right onward we'll bear her dear banner and crew, 
 O'er depths of the ocean, a storm-batter'd few, 
 And hail them with joy on her Highlands afar, 
 The pride of our being, our mystical star ! 
 Go forth, O ye warriors, with buckler and spear. 
 Where valorous DUTV now calls you, to rear 
 
BARD GAIUS. 21 
 
 Her ensign of Glorv and Peace to the world, 
 That nations may see the dread minions downhurl'd 
 
 *' Press on, noble Healey, our champion and friend ! 
 Thou'lt see us in safety thro' to the end. 
 Or die while the battle doth over thee rave, 
 In calmest devotion that fitteth the brave; 
 But struggle for FREEDOM: our aim it is just ; 
 And God will e'er help -those who fully HlM trust: 
 Then rally around our blest standard this morn, 
 O fathers of legions and peoples unborn I " 
 
 Here ended were the music, spell, and all 
 The subtle feelings of the blissful thrall. 
 Which bound the soul in gyves of roses, blown 
 From spheres ethereal that no mortal's known. - 
 
 At last Lord Healey, with a giant's will, 
 Threw off the burden which was clinging still 
 About his senses, when he did exclaim: 
 
 "This is Bard Gains of the poet's fame! 
 But why he chooses in this lauding way. 
 To flatter Healey in his stirring lay, — 
 Or does he mean it? — that I can not tell: 
 Yet what he sayeth in this woody dell 
 Is true in spirit most remarkable! 
 And of this harper nothing's ever told. 
 Save that he's wrinkled, bushy, gray and old, 
 Who dwellest near an hjdeous, ancient moat. 
 Whence on the breeze his strains seraphic float : 
 Still, none have courage to approach the spot, 
 Nor tread the precincts of his sacred grot, 
 
2 2 LORD HEAT.EY. 
 
 For fear that evil will their paths attend, 
 
 And curse their lives where'er their steps may wend ! 
 
 But, let this pass as Fancy's train of thought ; 
 
 ' Twill melt as surely as a thing of naught, 
 
 When placed before a nobler, wiser mind, 
 
 That scorns such folly in the human-kind ! 
 
 Yet I wilt heed his glorious precepts rare. 
 
 And put in practice anything that's fair: 
 
 Brave deeds I've wrought,- but greater far than they, 
 
 Will actions be when villains would our freedom slay ! " 
 
 III.— THE CONFERENCE. 
 
 A SECRET carried in the weary breast 
 Needs tender guarding ' round its hidden way. 
 Lest some bold traitor, with satanic crest. 
 Uncovers treasures to the light of day. 
 We have seen men who would devoutly pray. 
 Reveal a thing that must enwrap in gloom 
 The trusting friend, who fell a ready prey 
 To hypocritic wiles : a meaner doom 
 Than death in battle, where we equal chance assume. 
 
 Ah ! fiend and robber of the brightest joys. 
 How canst thou hope to enter Jesus' home. 
 When thy vain life is spent in lies and noise. 
 In getting others with thyself to roam? — 
 To roam together, till the darken' d tomb 
 Unveils the Angel with his vial of death, 
 Which'U sink their souls in everlasting gloom: 
 Such is the hypocrite, and such the fate. 
 That lead to dismal horrors in Gehenna great ! 
 
THE CONFERENCE. 23 
 
 Thus with Lord Healey when we see him now: 
 He thinketh not that in a score of feet 
 There's one in watching" who may give a blow 
 To all his planning which is near complete. — 
 He hastens forward to receive and greet 
 The knight, Sir Javan, an unfailing spy, 
 Who brings his news upon a palfrey fleet ; 
 And soon he's heard approaching rapidly 
 Towards our Healey and the lurking enemy. 
 
 Soon Javan's stately form appears to view, 
 Clad in the armor of the troublous time, 
 With scarf, for motto, of the purest blue, 
 Flung loosely o'er his mail of clanging chime ; 
 With graces rare, that the poetic rhyme 
 Could scarcely note each lofty, winning charm 
 That clung so close to him ; no pantomime 
 Could ape his actions, which were glowing warm 
 With all the virtues of a nature void of harm. 
 
 He comes, and bends his heaci in rev'rent love 
 Before Lord Healey, whom he holdeth dear; 
 He speaks in tones that are but just above 
 The merest whisper: "' h^or," said he, " this fear 
 Is of the kind that men should prize and wear. 
 Which far exceeds the pomp of glittering show : 
 Because a foeman might be list'ning near ^ 
 To gain intelligence, and thus wouldst know 
 His strength, his weakness, and his meditated blow." 
 
 So, for an hour hold they converse'close ; 
 Each bidding each on his self-guard to be. 
 
24 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 In shunning oily tongue, which wily goes 
 To sap a secret with the greatest glee, 
 Till millions own it in the lengthen'd "we!" 
 They do not part, but ride still farther on, 
 Whence Javan came across the lovely lea; 
 And lo ! they yet are barely past and gone, 
 When forth there creeps'a watcher from behind a stone ! 
 
 He eyes them slyly as they disappear 
 Adown a knoll, unconscious of the look, 
 Or ev'n the presence of the vulgar bear. 
 Whose evil spirit death can only brook: 
 His face, — bold, brazen, — like an open book. 
 Might now be read with ease in various ways. 
 If any person would the pains have took 
 To deign a glance to see his features' plays, 
 That show'd obnoxious meanness to the searching gaze. 
 
 Now, with gigantic strides he cuts across 
 The bend that's formed in the curving road, 
 To where it turns into a long-used fosse: 
 When there he stoppeth, to review his mode 
 In weaving fell designs, with which to load 
 His victim with conceit, till he will ope 
 His mind and plans to him who seemeth good: 
 Far better would it be for both to grope 
 For years in blinding war without a ray of hope! 
 
 Oh ! soon, how soon, the ringing hoofs beat loud, 
 As near and nearer does Lord Healey come. 
 Not dreaming him who was of insight p^'oud, 
 
THE CONFERENCE. 25 
 
 Could be entwined around a dastard's thumb! 
 Ah, hush ! be still ! let every thing be dumb, 
 When Love and Country are in peril dark! 
 Let bees forget their busy, droning hum, 
 And birds and beasts forsake their aims, and hark 
 To cries of anguish'd pain from Freedom's foundering 
 bark! 
 
 With languid mien he walketh, strolling slow. 
 The while he's trying his false look to hide; 
 He welcomes Healey with a servile bow, 
 Which is a role he only acts aside. 
 He speaks: "What! hast my LORI) OF RlGirr de- 
 fied 
 The hordes that pester heathy wold and dale. 
 And dared the FURIES of these regions wide. 
 With but protection from his lance and mail. 
 When awful Death's abroad with diabolic wail?" 
 
 To whom Lord Healey in his fiery tone: 
 " Dost Urban wot I am a coward vile, 
 And at the sound of strife to shake and moan. 
 Like babes bereft of mother-care and smile? " 
 The other answer 'd in his soothing guile: 
 " ' Twas but a jest ; and, noblest earthly Lord, 
 / wouldst not doubt thee for this kingly isle. 
 Or jewel'd fortunes princes have and hoard. 
 Which thrill beholders with bright Eldoradoes stored." 
 
 "Well hast thou spoken. Urban, true and tried; 
 And for this reason Lit disclose to thee 
 
26 l.oRD HEy\LEV. 
 
 My hopeful fancies, and my cares beside, 
 Which haunt me whither I may tend, or flee." 
 And now he whispers in a manner free, 
 His many objects that he's wont to hide. 
 While this mean traitor's drinking from a sea 
 Of purest faith in Friendship's glowing tide, 
 In which no baser nature ever strove to 'bide. 
 
 He hears hov/ Healey ventures on his j)lan. 
 To fill with terror all King Eric's brood. 
 If they should bother, and with wrongs, trepan 
 The rules and measures of the bad or good : 
 Oh ! blest it is in Sorrow's interlude, 
 To find one being that may faithful prove; 
 But ah ! when in ra\'ing, madden 'd mood. 
 We trust a villain who can ne\-er love. 
 What then deep troubles in our startled sight will hove! 
 
 'Tis finish 'd: Urban parts. in silent joy 
 With him who trusted, and who thank 'd, believed ; 
 Now his black heart in future bliss, — alloy, — 
 Is full)' sated with the breasts aggrieved. 
 Before he could not tell, when unperceived. 
 All of the facts that were in bearings straight ; 
 And so he practiced false, and thus deceived : 
 With this sad knowledge of a rival state. 
 Sir Urban hurries off to Eric's palace-gate. 
 
 IV.— THE CORTEGE. 
 
 'Tis sunset. All the skies serene 
 
 Seem wedded with the stretching plain. 
 
THE CORTEGE. 27 
 
 As if their bright and glorious train 
 Held sweet communion with its green. 
 
 A silence, hush, pervades the air; 
 Not leaf a-tremble, warbled note, 
 Cometh to break the scenes remote, 
 
 Which meet the vision over there. 
 
 A crowd has gather 'd by a stream. 
 
 Where sounds the solemn funeral dirge, — 
 Commingled with its crooning surge, — 
 
 That greets them like a frightful dream ! 
 
 Now moving forward, they at length 
 
 Fall into an unsever'd line. 
 
 From where the breakers heave and shine, 
 To where yon mountain rears her strength. 
 
 " O sadden 'd ones, whom bear ye now ? " 
 Outspake a sturdy, valiant knight. 
 Who'd ridden from the sunset light. 
 
 And saw these people, weeping low. 
 
 " O lordly Healey, we bring here 
 Sir Roland of thy faithful band. 
 Who was the couns'lor of our land, 
 
 Pierced thro ' and thro ' with pointed spear ! 
 
 " 'Twere ruthless Eric's barb'rous men. 
 Who did this deed of hellish spite: 
 To arms ! to arms ! and let us fight 
 
 These miscreants down to bonds ayain ! " 
 
LORD HEALEV. 
 
 The cry rang out with heat and force, 
 Which echo'd far on still)- wind, 
 And was retaken up behind 
 
 The mountain streamlet's dizzy source. 
 
 At motion from Lord Healey, they 
 Relapsed in a breathless calm. 
 To hear him pour his soothing balm 
 
 Of comfort on their t(^ilsome wa}- : 
 
 " Stop, sons of Freedom ! hear me speak- 
 Where are King Eric's skulking men, 
 Who must be very near us then. 
 
 Whence they could wrath on Roland wreak? 
 
 " Where did ye find him, wrapt in blood. 
 And mangled in this horrid style?" 
 They, fiercer: "It is just a mile. 
 
 Within yon dim and distant wood ! " 
 
 " What ! dared they beard the lion's jaw, 
 To come so close and do this deed, 
 WHiich more becometh Satan's creed, 
 
 Than they who own God's righteous law? 
 
 " By all that's holy and most high, 
 I swear to crush the viper's head. 
 Or fall in Battle's blast instead, 
 
 While striking for sweet LIBERTY ! 
 
 " I little care: but this I swear. 
 
 By Earth below and Heav'n above. 
 
THE CORTEGE. 
 
 rit yet the death of Eric prove, 
 Since he has sent his men, to dare 
 
 " And cross the Hnc we made before, 
 When we held treaties times agone ! 
 And now they're roving here upon 
 
 Our ridgy loch and shingly shore, 
 
 " When well he knoweth we decreed 
 That yonder stream to be the bounds, 
 Which keep each one's respective ground: 
 
 Inviolate from the other's greed. 
 
 "But it is wondrous Javan's eye 
 
 Fail'd to detect their murd'rous quest, 
 Altho' he is the wiliest, best. 
 
 In ferreting their villainy; 
 
 " And still he could have miss'd it here, 
 As any would have, doubtless, done: 
 King Eric sent his spearmen on. 
 
 After he'd left the royal peer, 
 
 " And this alone accounts for it. 
 Why he knew nothing whatsoe'er 
 About their choosing to appear 
 
 In this sad form, with beacons lit, 
 
 "To fire the breasts of Freedom's sons. 
 Who were not born to be the slaves 
 Of tyrants o'er their fathers ' graves, — 
 
 Those fathers, who, like Titan Huns, 
 
 29 
 
3o LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 " With matchless vvji^or most subUme, 
 And valor .of the truly great, 
 Uprose to glorify the STATE, 
 
 And leave their fame to aftertime, 
 
 " In those old wars with might}- kings, 
 When Hercules and Achilles* 
 Obtain'd rewards, with just decrees 
 
 Of prowess bold. Creatiox sings 
 
 " Of thisc and them with fond delight, 
 As o'er historic fields of yore 
 They fought thro ' floods of reeking gore, 
 
 Where wars' billows swell'd their hight, 
 
 "To sate AMlilTlox's fierce desire, 
 
 Which burns on Honor's altars wide: 
 So with our wills and these beside. 
 
 We'll soon erect their arches higher. 
 
 "Just now I think Sir Gerald spoke 
 The truth, whate\'er was his aim. 
 When he professed to proclaim 
 
 The olden treaties exer broke. 
 
 " But rit dismiss the thought of him, 
 Who seem'd to wish me goodl)' speed. 
 As one who \\ilt his country lead 
 
 Into Perdition's chambers dim !" 
 
 Then, louder, he said unto them: 
 
 " Bid heralds sound the trump of war. 
 
HEALEV TOWERS. 31 
 
 And let the vassals' power unbar 
 The bolts and chains that press the hem 
 
 " Of this, our home, and childrens' home, 
 Where River Doon in glory flows. 
 And where at present time our foes 
 
 Are hast'ning to a lasting doom ! " 
 
 When straightway there arose a cry, 
 Which echo'd wilder than before. 
 Of " Fight we for our blessed shore. 
 
 And God will give us victory !" 
 
 With this, and others, they take up 
 
 Their line of march to yonder mount, — 
 They, who had drank from ' bitter 'd fount, 
 
 Now thirsting for the STRUGGLE'S cup. 
 
 V.—HEALEY TOWERS. 
 
 Deeper fall the lengthening shadows over beauteous moor 
 
 and dale. 
 Making all their shrouded curtains for the earth a sable 
 
 veil ; 
 Shutting day-light out in darkness, as the fleeting moments 
 
 go, 
 With the ebb and tide of hours in their ceaseless, onward 
 
 flow. 
 
 Slowly rounding crag and cliff-wall, does the concourse up- 
 ward toil, 
 Winding thro' a narrow tunnel, in its many sinuous coil. 
 
32 LORD HEALEV. 
 
 And emerging thence in mid-clay, as it trul)- may be said, — 
 For the Ughts that shone with brilliance at the turning- 
 point ahead, 
 
 Threw a halo of their brightness on the towering hight of 
 rock, 
 
 That had rear'd its hoary summit in some former earth- 
 quake shock. 
 
 Where, with column'd arch for door-w ay, it now furnish'd 
 barricade. 
 
 With an iron door dependent, to \vhoe\er might in- 
 vade ; — 
 
 Didst the party, from the darkness, scarcely reach this 
 sunder 'd place, 
 
 When there ' rose a song and chanting midst a thousand 
 bugles' brays, 
 
 And which swell'd along the breezes in a hoarse, discord- 
 ant shriek. 
 
 That it startled to wild screaming ravens o'er the cloud}' 
 peak: 
 
 " Peace, O Peace, thou shining seraph, must we bid thee 
 
 fly away, 
 And to court thee, never court thee, till a happier future 
 
 day?" 
 Thus they chanted holy, holy, in a high and piercing air. 
 Whom this new surprise of trouble had awaken 'd to a 
 
 care. — 
 
HEALEY TOWERS. t,^ 
 
 Threading past the gorge that's rifted thro' the bastion'd 
 
 mountain-base, 
 Which extended from the tunnel to the door, when open 
 
 space 
 Met the eye in all its grandeur, rising to a widen 'd plain. 
 Where Lord Healey's granite TowERS stood in silent, 
 
 stern disdain 
 
 To their foes, however numerous, or their siege, however 
 
 long : 
 Still they could repulse the assaults 'pon their fortress, 
 
 founded strong, 
 And in spite of storm and tempest that may shake the 
 
 very ground, 
 Yet they're shielded well and safely in their rock-wall 'd 
 
 homes around ! 
 
 Now there streams a lurid signal, mounting up into the 
 
 sky. 
 Sending forth a jet of sparkles in its mad velocity: 
 Then careening in the heavens like an eagle on the wing. 
 It gives warning to the nations of a CONFLICT'S mut- 
 tering ! 
 
 Soon another speeds, with hissing, in a rushing, headlong 
 flight, 
 
 And so on, until the rockets stud the starried summer- 
 night. 
 
 And the sentinels on the surface of the broad horizon's 
 rim, 
 
 Shoot the answers to their signals in the purple hazes 
 dim. 
 
34 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 But at length they see the cortege moving to the TowERS 
 
 vast, 
 Guided by their ruler, Healey, on his charger, riding past 
 Groups of warriors, women, children, who were nearer to 
 
 the arch. 
 When he made his first appearance, heading this funereal 
 
 march. 
 
 Right and left they greet him warmly, but their voices 
 turn to grief. 
 
 When their glances fall on Roland, who was rank'd as sec- 
 ond chief: 
 
 Naught could be more solemn-quiet than this strange, 
 tumultuous throng, 
 
 Who have been a-singing warfare in a patriotic song. 
 
 Then dismounting, Healey enters portals to a chamber 
 grand. 
 
 Where their councils and proceedings, kept to guard their 
 youthful land. 
 
 Have been holden with precision twice or thrice through- 
 out the year, 
 
 That their seers might have leisure to dethrone all inward 
 fear, 
 
 Which compell'd the kings and kingdoms, in the reigns 
 
 forecast of old. 
 To reUnquish FAITH, RELIGION, when their liberties were 
 
 roll'd 
 
HEALEY TOWERS. 35 
 
 Midst the turmoil MALICE sprouted, and which triumph'd 
 
 in the end 
 In promotinij^ evil wishes 'gainst each FREEDOM-PRIZING 
 
 friend ! 
 
 O the rigor that is needed to uphold a country's cause, 
 
 When the cold, Medusa tyrant f sweeps with eager, grasp- 
 ing claws. 
 
 Everything from mortals common, and who gluts his 
 rav'nous taste 
 
 With the fruits of full abundance, scatter'd by his blighting 
 waste ! 
 
 Foul it is for men of ig'rance, not alone for men of mind. 
 
 To oppress the very creatures who are human to their 
 kind : 
 
 How can God forgive their doings to their underlings of 
 earth, 
 
 When they call on HiM for mercy, and not granting MER- 
 CY'S worth ! 
 
 O thou loving " Anr.A, Father," keeping us paternally. 
 Help us ever in our struggles on this side Etermty: 
 Yea, O Father, and thou, Savior, hear us, as ye heark'd 
 
 to them. 
 When their Bark of Hope was drifting toward thy gates, 
 
 Jerusalem ! 
 
 Great afflictions have been given, saith the poet, sagely- 
 wise. 
 
 Which revert to great affections, molded ' neath an angel's 
 guise : 
 
36 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 So with those who fill'd the hallways of the castellated 
 
 Towers, 
 Who were, mostly, meekly folded in those vivid, blossom- 
 
 hig powers. 
 
 In the chamber that they enter 'd was a throne of spotless 
 
 white, 
 Equal to the Iris-splendors of a glittering stalactite: 
 Rising, falling, blending sweetly with the opalescent room. 
 Draped in hues of glowing diff'rence to the deathly corse 
 
 and plume. 
 
 O'er the flagged stones of marble trod our Healey, with 
 his peers. 
 
 To the throne and gilted trappings, frequented by office- 
 seers, 
 
 Who revise the laws when proper, — as to suit the public 
 need, — 
 
 With the sciences ' teachings meet for governmental speed ! 
 
 " Order! " is the thunder 'd mandate, sounded on the ears 
 
 of those 
 Who now crowd before their chieftain, listing to the news 
 
 he knows : 
 He commands: "Let warders challenge any one who 
 
 dares to tread 
 In the pathway thro ' the tunnel, where the valley's stream 
 
 is fed 
 
IIEALEV TOWERS. 37 
 
 " By the spring betwixt the TowERS and the distant- 
 flowing loch, 
 
 Where the mountain's giant structure seems its hquid 
 waves to block : 
 
 B)' that pathway foes must charge us, for no other way is 
 had 
 
 To molest us calmly anchor'd from their depredations bad. 
 
 " Rouse the lancers, soldiers, archers ! Let them raise aloft 
 their arms ! 
 
 Why should they, when peril's certain, mope in stricken, 
 vague alarms? 
 
 Go, — then go! Rouse knights and yeomen to their in- 
 stincts, duties true: 
 
 Let them gird their loins and battle for their sacred homes, 
 and you ! " 
 
 When he paused, outspake a baron, full of scarred valor 
 bold: 
 
 "Wilt Lord Healey save my daughter, who's within the 
 wolfish fold ? 
 
 She was purloin 'd there thro ' venom, father'd by her loath- 
 some hate. 
 
 Who is Eric, and him only; but he's braving future fate, — 
 
 " As Fve sworn a vow to throttle Eric or his cursed brood, 
 
 That may come anear my manor, standing in her solitude ! 
 
 I am old, and therefore weaken 'd, else Ldst join thy favor'd 
 knights,t 
 
 Who are happy in their manhood to enjoy such fierce de- 
 lights." 
 
38 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 " I wilt mind th}' daughter, Cecil, whom, they say, is fair of 
 
 form. 
 And rit rid her beaut}''s dower of this meanest earthly 
 
 worm : 
 Be assured: when Healey's promise liath been granted, it 
 
 remains : 
 Nothing then canst be subtracted, nothing then its force 
 
 detains. 
 
 "Now to Roland: get him read)' "gainst the breaking of 
 
 the morn, 
 For we'll have to soon embalm him in our memory forlorn: 
 Sad wert yesterday's misfortunes on our patience, love 
 
 and health, 
 But the dawning of the morrow may, perchance, bring 
 
 Freedom's wealth." 
 
 As he ceased, four stalwart soldiers bore Sir Roland, neatly 
 drest, 
 
 Up the room, and ritual service was immed'ately exprest ; 
 
 When completed, they took, softly, him they silently be- 
 wail'd, 
 
 7\nd consign'd him reverently in the church-}'ard, iron- 
 rail "d ; 
 
 And above his tomb the\- chanted In-mns of lofty spirit 
 
 strong. 
 While the unquench'd bla/.e was burning on their country's 
 
 deadly wrong: 
 O the poignant, tortured feelings sweeping thro ' their 
 
 bended frames. 
 That can nevermore be lifted under Eric's tyrant-claims ! 
 
THE CAMP. 39 
 
 " Sleep, O sleep, our martyr'd hero, where the zephyrs 
 
 sport at will, 
 And the hawthorn's whiten 'd blossoms bloom about the 
 
 trickling rill : 
 A)'; and dream the dreams of HEAVEN, dwelling joyfully 
 
 to-night 
 Far away in regions fairer than have caught this dazed 
 
 sight ! " 
 
 Sad and sore were tender farewells render "d to the cher- 
 ish'd dead. 
 
 In the fast-receding gloaming, meeting Morning's light- 
 some red : 
 
 Long they linger' d ; but when Dav-LIGHT show'd her 
 glorious lucent gold, 
 
 They retraced their footsteps backward, leaving Roland's 
 charnel-mold. 
 
 VI.- -THE CAMP. 
 
 Where ruddy camp-fires glow between 
 The weeping-willow, eglantine. 
 There rests within his tent serene. 
 
 In quiet ease. 
 Sir Urban, on whose whim will lean 
 
 Lord Healcy's peace. 
 
 But ever and anon his mind 
 Must show its working, — visage-lined, — 
 That tells of feelings unreiign'd. 
 However much 
 
40 LORD HEALEV. 
 
 He strives, with force, to evil-bind 
 His Being's touch 
 
 From contact with the pure and good: 
 Still, still that inner Being's God 
 Calls to him in the seething flood 
 
 To quit his place: 
 His nature's better voice hath woo'd 
 
 His failing grace. 
 
 Vet instantaneous as this is, 
 His willful passions rise, I wis. 
 For now there flits, instead of bliss, 
 
 Across his brow, 
 A burning flush of Anger's kiss. 
 
 Which shows that how 
 
 These messengers of ruthless power 
 Can crush the fragments of an hour 
 Of Jov and Hope, like Battle's lour 
 
 O'er daring hearts. 
 That rush into the lists, as dower 
 
 To Mars' darts.* 
 
 He can not lie: he springs from out 
 His silent tent, and glares about 
 In savage rage upon his rout. 
 
 Around the fires. 
 As tho ' they were his foes, who flout 
 
 Him and his sires. 
 
THE CAMP. 41 
 
 He Stops — retraces then his steps : 
 But here Apollyon's strength o'erleaps f 
 All finer senthnents, and sweeps 
 
 The good away : 
 With mutter'd curse he onward keeps, 
 
 Nor dares to stay, 
 
 For fear that CoURAciE, iron'd brave, 
 May falter in the Lethe-wave, J 
 Which hems him on the outer pave 
 
 Of blank DESPAIR: 
 He loves: his prize is girlish Naive, 
 
 Bright Beauty's Star. 
 
 He rushes to a tent apart. 
 
 Where Cecil's Naive, in mind and heart. 
 
 Is brooding o'er the bitter smart, 
 
 Inflicted sore 
 Upon her, when, with wily art. 
 
 Sir Urban tore 
 
 Her and her parent from each other. 
 And in his place, her wrath to smother, 
 Fair wealth he offer'd, nofe as brother, 
 
 But husband's own; 
 Which she declined, preferring t'other 
 
 Condit'nal boon. 
 
 That he had threatened: wishing death 
 
 Instead of blasphemy of faith. 
 
 Or all which hollow Mockery's breath 
 
LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Entails on life, 
 Witii clirc acceptance of the path 
 Of injured — wife ! 
 
 Sir Urban enters with a jeer: 
 
 " How now, sweet miss? is it thro ' fear 
 
 Thou sittest trembling, cow'ring here, 
 
 Or tender love ? 
 Which is it? Deatii-()K-Life, the peer 
 
 Of Heav'n above?" 
 
 " Nay, sir; O neither! Better far 
 Hadst I ne'er known of blighting war, 
 That strides the land with scimitar, 
 
 Than beest here : 
 Tho ' men do say Fame's only star 
 
 Is Glory's spear." 
 
 " Thou'rt right in mortal's aim — but one: 
 
 With me, ' Fame's only star' is fun 
 
 ' Tween strength and strength in battle won, 
 
 Compared to thee, 
 WHio art my GluRY's star and sun 
 
 On field or sea ! 
 
 " Believe me : I wouldst fight and bleed 
 For thee and thine ; more fitting meed 
 Couldst not be granted ! Pray, give heed 
 
 To my desire : 
 Relinquish chagrin, and recede 
 
 From thy sad ire. 
 
THE CAMP. 43 
 
 " Hast chosen, fairest? or, wilt thou 
 
 Persist in taunting me to vow 
 
 That sick'ning oath I made 'lore now. 
 
 If thou'dst reject 
 Myself and fortune, that can bow 
 
 All in respect ? " 
 
 " No ! villain ! " rising to her feet, 
 And standing beautiful and sweet, 
 " I'dst rather die, ere I wouldst greet 
 
 Thy like for lover! 
 No! Rather, rather wouldst I let 
 
 The waves sweep over 
 
 " Myself upon the ocean's bed, — 
 In joy with watery Neptune wed,§ 
 Than by thyself to treasures led 
 
 As husband, wife! 
 For thou from Honor's side hath fled. 
 
 And Glory's strife! " 
 
 " Take care ! " "I mean it, traitor-hound ! " 
 " By Heaven ! I'lt bring thee safely round ! 
 "Thou never canst, thou basely found 
 
 In wicked deeds ! " 
 "Then die the death, and blest the wound 
 
 Such sorc'ress needs ! " 
 
 " All very well; but Eric claims 
 My person, too; while Urban aims 
 To place me, not as favor 'd dames, 
 
44 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 In Battle's van, 
 Because unlike a brute, that tames 
 At touch of man." 
 
 " No matter: if thou'It never be 
 Mhie other self, the trampled lea 
 Shalt furnish every thing to thee 
 
 For battle-shroud ; 
 King Eric's eyes shall never see 
 
 Thy being proud ! " 
 
 "O man! O cruel!" gasped Naive: 
 " ' Tis true: I'lt see thee in thy grave, 
 Ere him thou hopest soon wilt save 
 
 Canst ever come: 
 " Be ready: Hell's own liquid wave 
 
 Shalt be thy home ! " 
 
 In spiteful spleen Sir Urban goes: 
 He sings a stave of truth, he trows. 
 Which sounds like fateful doom to those 
 
 It may concern : 
 'Tis this: and all Apollyon's foes 
 
 His wrath can learn : 
 
 " Sing, sing Maro,! 
 
 Of proud Satan's reign ; 
 Sing, sing Maro, 
 
 Of his writhing pain ! 
 In the fiery prison 
 Of hell-bought derision. 
 
THE CAMP. 45 
 
 Gladly wilt he gather 
 
 From the Heav'nly Father 
 
 Myriads, at his beck: 
 Then, O then, wilt Satan 
 E'er his people rate on 
 
 Fury, to bedeck ; 
 And the burning trials, 
 (3ut of deadly vials. 
 Shall enrich his glory — 
 
 Glory evermore: 
 For it's told in story 
 That he loves to worry. 
 Harass, mock and flurry 
 
 Victims, gone before. — 
 This is true to nature: 
 Every mortal creature, 
 Large, or small of feature, 
 
 Shalt his bounty taste 
 Either here or after! 
 Fill'd each leaden rafter 
 With a demon's laughter 
 
 In the lurid waste ! 
 While the damn'd still living 
 7\re in silence giving 
 Alms to Hell in driving 
 
 In Sir Urban's foes: — 
 Hi:i,L, his imps and subjects, 
 Shout, — O horrid objects! — 
 At grim Satan's projects, 
 
 W^here the furnace glows: 
 Singing, ' Hellish devils. 
 
46 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 In the grimy revels, 
 Guard your sacred evils 
 
 From all hands but ours: ' 
 Singing, ' O thou Maro, 
 O thou learned Maro, 
 Tell thy people, e'er oh ! 
 
 Of Apollyon's powers!' " 
 
 VI/.—A MORNING COMBAT. 
 
 Brkiiit are the dews upon the grass; 
 
 The rising sun's refulgent beam ; 
 Gay, whisp'ring of the winds, that pass 
 
 With wavy dimples o'er the stream ; 
 The "sights and sounds" of earth appear 
 
 Lost in a trance, so still is all, 
 Till birds, arising here and there. 
 
 Begin to pipe their matin call. 
 
 How fair is Nature! Living green 
 
 Encircles furze and woody glade 
 With charms, that every year is seen 
 
 Renewing what our God hath made; 
 'Tis Virtue, on her spotless throne, 
 
 Is gazing at the 'proaching MoRN, 
 That comes to show her beauties lone 
 
 In whiten'd splendors of the dawn ! 
 
 How can I well describe thy views, 
 
 () Nature, goddess of our world? 
 The shining of thy pearly dews, 
 
A MORNING COiMBAT. 47 
 
 Like banners to the litjht unfurl'd ; 
 The nodding of thy sturdy oaks, 
 
 Thessalian growths of IJritain's isle,* 
 Resoundmg v/ith the cawing rooks. 
 
 That come for many a weary mile I 
 
 O for a Thomson's facile pen, 
 
 To note and tell thy glories grand, 
 Told in " T he Seasons,^' knowledge keen,f 
 
 In brilliant [paintings of the land; 
 Or Tenn)'son's descriptive word,t 
 
 That mighty paiiiter's vivid line, 
 Couch'd in a Tapper 's,§ active-stirr'd. 
 
 With wondrous strength of GrA';e divine: 
 
 To speak of God and Man, the twain, 
 
 And of their works, embalm 'd in song. 
 Seen in sweet Natuki:, AkT again. 
 
 While age and age shall roll along: 
 But 'tis our (iod who rules the whole; 
 
 Him and Mis works we sing to now ; 
 Thro ' His most Itjving, Vv'ise control, 
 
 We live and breathe on earth below: 
 
 For our creation ov/es it to 
 
 The Father, Infinite, Supreme, 
 And He is guiding us to new 
 
 Enjoyments over Jordan's stream: 
 So we will praise thy bounty, LoRD, 
 
 Who art the God of all that is, 
 " Who speaks the truth the times afford," 
 
 And grants us every holy bliss. — 
 
48 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 In simple faith I trust thee, God ; 
 
 In sacred homage, love TnY works: 
 The little flower, the heath untrod. 
 
 Glow where TlllNE omnipresence lurks 
 I see Thee in the burning sun, 
 
 And in the stars, a myriad host, 
 And shout to see Thy splendors run 
 
 From eastern to the western coast ! 
 
 Ay ; Voice of Waters ! ripple sweet 
 
 ' Mid dewy verdure's sparkling sheen, 
 Where ANGEf.-FORMS, about thee met, 
 
 Bow to thy melody serene ; 
 The broom upon the far hill-side, 
 
 In rustling breezes, lists to thee, 
 As by it, on the wings of tide. 
 
 Thou hurriest to the boundless sea ! 
 
 The chirping throstle wings her flight 
 
 Towards her soft and downy nest, 
 To fill her nestlings with the mite 
 
 Of worm or drink as it is best ; 
 The snake comes wriggling from his hole ; 
 
 The owl is blinded by the day ; 
 While every thing begins to toll 
 
 The sun's^returning, quick'ning ray. 
 
 Rut, Nature! are thy beauteous charms 
 Depicted in this wordy space, 
 
 Admired when thy love'ness warms 
 Into a showy, nameless grace? 
 
A MORNING COMBAT. 49 
 
 What is that Hnc which meets our eyes, 
 
 Descending from yon lofty hill, 
 Just as great Atom, on the rise,|| 
 
 Comes, flashing on the flowing rill ? 
 
 Yet some will say we wrong-describe, 
 
 When calling man sweet Nature's own : 
 But he is natural, like the tribe 
 
 Of insects whirring in their drone: 
 The only diff' rence, man is Man : 
 
 He was created like the flower, 
 And is addicted to the ban 
 
 Of Life and Death, which are his dower. 
 
 He dies away like rankling weeds; 
 
 His soul it is that's left to live: 
 It is immortal, while the reeds, 
 
 WHiich flank the water's side, derive 
 No more, in death, a health from rain. 
 
 Nor vigor from the shining sun ; 
 They die ; and so they sink again 
 
 In nothingness, where they begun. 
 
 Ah, truly, how they're near allied, 
 
 The Natural and Human life! 
 The sameness e'er pervades each side 
 
 Of apposite and constant strife: 
 How flaunt the gaudy battle-flags 
 
 Above the silent, moving mass! 
 How sternly-looking are the crags 
 
 Far up the rugged mountain-pass ! 
 
5° 
 
 LORD IIEALEV. 
 
 The winds ha\'e lost their wonted sound; 
 
 The wavelets on the Loeh na Doon 
 No more, with Music's strain, respond 
 
 To shrilly cries from dipping loon ; 
 All, all has lost itself in MoRN: 
 
 Except some straying bird, that flits 
 Across the mead, or bugle-horn, 
 
 Wake echoes in the air by fits. 
 
 Yet still another line obtrudes 
 
 Its bristling front upon the right ; 
 The awning of yon tow'ring woods 
 
 Gives forth a daring crowd for fight ; 
 They quickly form together there: — 
 
 ' Tis Urban's clan, who wants to strike 
 The struggling Healeys gather'd near 
 
 With sword, and spear, and glittering pike. 
 
 With storming rush and ringing shout, 
 
 They fling themselves on Heale)''s band ; 
 Sir A)'ton, leader of his rout. 
 
 Cheers forward men and horses grand : 
 " Keep steady, knights of Northern mold ! 
 
 Let Caledonia nexer blush*'''' 
 To hear that we wert lackl)'-bold 
 
 In facing dastards in a rush ! 
 
 "Keep steady! Nerve your iron strokes 
 
 Against this venal Eric horde ! 
 Let Healey's cause revive your hopes 
 
 Of triumph sure as Right's reward! 
 
A ^lORNING COMBAT. 51 
 
 Strike, — for your wives and for your God! 
 
 Strike, — for your little ones and homes ! 
 Strike down the faithless tyrant's rod ! 
 
 Strike — strike ! The foeman, lo ! he comes ! " 
 
 He paused: there 'rose a loud acclaim : 
 
 " Long live Lord Healey, Ayton, too ! 
 May God and LIBERTY and FAME 
 
 Grant us the vict'ry now our due! 
 So saying, on they swept, adown 
 
 The ridgy slope to meet the foe; 
 Not swifter hath the eagle flown, 
 
 Than they upon their steeds to woe: 
 
 F'or woe doth mark the conflict dire. 
 
 With awful groans and bloody scenes, 
 Wrapt in a smoke of livid fire, 
 
 And suffering, that BATTLE screens; 
 And oftentimes tlie victors weep 
 
 At loss of dearest friends, who fell. 
 That shows their vict'ry was not cheap, 
 
 But they were losers just as well. 
 
 Tho' they are conscious of this fact. 
 
 On — on they bounded o'er the sod ! 
 They, fleetly, close the less'ning tract 
 
 That la)- betwixt them on the road: 
 They meet, recoil: a sudden gap 
 
 Has sever'd bold Sir Urban's host; 
 Sir Ayton sees the dread mishap. 
 
 And seeks the standing-point thus lost : 
 
LORD HEALEV. 
 
 With magic movement, slipped he 
 
 His force atween the factions fierce, 
 And 'gan to cut most ruthJessly 
 
 Each side f )f him the clan to pierce : 
 " Stand ready ! Ever}- man to arms ! 
 
 Strike, gallants, strike the villains down ! 
 Ne'er fear the din of War's alarms, 
 
 I)Ut charge! and humble Eric's crown!" 
 
 With this he charged. What could withstand 
 
 That horrid j^ell and strong assault? 
 The ranks of Urban stood it grand. 
 
 But momentary was their halt: 
 The word "retreat" once utter 'd, soon 
 
 Became a wild, tempestuous flight. 
 Which scatter'd them like waters blown 
 
 Before the Typhoon's hurling might. ff 
 
 Not long were victor, xanquish'd in 
 
 The sight of this, their battle-ground. 
 But over heath and purling lin. 
 
 They push'd their way for miles around: 
 Now here, now there, the)' oft appear, 
 
 Still rolling on the clanging war. 
 Till gory sword and bristling spear 
 
 At last are out of ken afar. 
 
 O War, " thou great antiquit}- ! " 
 But one's alone as great as thou. 
 
 And that's the elemental free. 
 
 Which crashes thro' the wavin"; boutyh: 
 
ERIC COURT. 5^ 
 
 As great? Ah, greater! What is Man, 
 Compared to that All-seeing One, 
 
 Who rides the storm and Iris-span, 
 
 And wheels the Hghtnings where they run ! 
 
 Well, as it is, it's gone — no more ; 
 
 Peace now resumes her quiet reign ; 
 The strife has ceased its din and roar. 
 
 Save when the fallen shriek with pain : 
 Rest, slaughter'd braves! the struggle's won ; 
 
 Ye're stricken in a nation's cause; 
 May Heaven's blessing spread ye on 
 
 A tribute from her highest laws ! 
 
 VIII.— ERIC CO UR T. 
 
 King Eric's palace ! Pillar'd walls sublime, 
 
 High-arched o'er with splendid roofs and towers; 
 
 A court, with customs of the olden time 
 Concentred in its walls of ancient powers ; 
 
 A touch, barbaric, of its own fair clime, — 
 
 Old England, — breathes within its very doors. 
 
 As, on approaching, we perceive a strange 
 
 And striking difference to our modern change. 
 
 In Art, in Science, and in thrilling SONG, 
 And all the manners of a people rude. 
 
 Which seem unreal to our busy throng 
 Of new ideas that the multitude 
 
 Are catching quickly: then, the heroic, strong, 
 Were all but gods, and frailer ones imbued 
 
54 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 With meekness solely and content, that gave 
 To them but labor and a lowly grave. 
 
 As, looking back upon that olden haze, 
 Our fancy, roaming free, e'er leads us on, 
 
 To where Augusta, in her palmiest days,'" 
 Reclines in quiet o'er her triumphs won: 
 
 Till, rapt, entranced in the pcet-lays. 
 We almost hear the bugle's lively tone: 
 
 But what a disappcMntmcnt veils our bliss, 
 
 When we awake in such a time as this ! 
 
 Ah ! better far are these, our dullest lives. 
 Than life in ignorance, and lust, deca)- ! 
 
 When men are cheapen'd, and the ruler dives 
 In wars, — expenses that the subjects pay ! 
 
 These are indignities: but he derives 
 Another power from this mass of clay : 
 
 He forges fetters in their vilest form. 
 
 That patriots sunder in the battle-storm ! 
 
 They fling them off, the gyves of slavish lot ; 
 
 They can not grovel so degrading, low ; 
 Why should mankind be ever sold and bought, 
 
 When he has rights inalienable, too? 
 Yet 'tis his priv'lege, claims this Hottentot,t 
 
 To waste and sla)', whene'er 's a thing in view: 
 The souls of subjects would he sell, to add 
 A grain of lucre unto the wealth he had ! 
 
 This is why Healey ventured to rebell ; 
 
 This is why thousands did the same-like thing: 
 
ERIC COURT. 55 
 
 Yet it is true that thousands did as well, 
 
 Who clung to thralldom in the world's green spring; 
 
 And, clinging thus, they may have 'scaped the knell 
 Of war, that thunders with a clanging ring ; 
 
 But what gain'd cowards in. the bitter end, 
 
 But sternest hatred, which ^L^ir names attend? 
 
 These are the ones, that arc collected now 
 
 Within the halls and wide and spacious court: 
 
 The)' cringe and kneel before the lowering brow 
 Of royal Eric, in his state resort : 
 
 How meekly-servile do they silent bow! 
 How mocking is his keen and harsh retort! 
 
 What hollow meaning in th ' pretense of RiGHT, 
 
 Which shows the royalness of RiciiT's not Might! 
 
 Yes ! this is monarchy — an evil still ! 
 
 When kings regard their peoples ' own welfare 
 No more than beasts ; ' but when to coffers fill, 
 
 Or wage a battle, they are summon 'd where 
 The king "holds carnival" in wanton will, 
 
 In view to load them with their burthens ' share! 
 And e'en the crowd that's assembled here. 
 Is for "the purpose," as 'twill soon appear. 
 
 King Eric's on his throne, the Seat OF State, 
 With peers and princes on his either side : 
 
 Some new excitement seems to elevate 
 
 Them and their master 'bove their former pride: 
 
 For, long they'd lived at that repellent rate 
 Of luxury wherein hath slowly died 
 
56 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 The love of CONFLICT: so this recent news, 
 Whate'er it is, into them fires infuse. 
 
 The cause of all this proveth soon to be 
 A man, the bearer of the news of war: 
 
 King Eric questions: " Whereat is this sea 
 Of sad reversal that we met afar? 
 
 Speak, slave, and tell us! Thou hast yet to free 
 Thy mind of where and when defeat didst jar 
 
 Our kingdom ; if thou knowest, tell it us, 
 
 For we are wear}' of thy canting thus." 
 
 "O Sire." went on the man,}; "the battle-tide 
 Just hurl'd our ranks amidst the onset stern ; 
 
 The great Sir Ayton led Lord Healey's side 
 
 With yells and charges, for our knights to turn ; 
 
 And turn they did: a gap didst open wide 
 Their central column, as all could discern : 
 
 Defeat then follow 'd, as a consequence, 
 
 Which drove our warriors from their moorlands thence. 
 
 " ' Twas near the Border, nigh ten days ago — " 
 "Enough!" spake Eric: "is this all thou'st heard? 
 
 Tho ' this is mainly what wc wish to know, — 
 The time and place, — where the affair occurr'd : 
 
 This thing must cease, and not be 'low'd to grow 
 Into prepond Vance ' spite of deed or word: 
 
 So up, my hearties ! Send the heralds forth 
 
 To raise up armies ' gainst the rising North ! 
 
 " But stay, SiR Messen(;er, and hear me on: 
 Didst Urban get that lovely gid, fair Naive?" 
 
ERIC COURT. 57 
 
 " Yea, Sire ; and more: he heaped wrath upon 
 The beauteous wench, who him rejection gave: 
 
 He hadst presumed to rival thee, and soon 
 To wed with her, which she refused so grave: 
 
 In fierce revenge he went and meanly placed 
 
 Her midst the struggle that, unharm'd, she faced." 
 
 " Why! what is this we hear that doth amaze? 
 
 And, is it possible to find a man 
 Who wilt obey us, when the best betrays 
 
 Ourself and realm wheresoe'er he can? 
 We'll deal, erelong, with Urban and his ways; 
 
 But now, tell Layard him we wish, to fan 
 Into a blaze the smoldering fires of yore. 
 Which have grown dim since last he's armor wore. 
 
 " We have to work, and very quickly, too. 
 As stern Lord Healey may be on us here,— 
 
 An Alpine avalanche of earth and snow, — g 
 With war and vict'ry in his deadly spear! 
 
 Ye men around us, gather 'd here to show 
 Your strong devotion to our royal sphere. 
 
 Form into armies of our cause most just. 
 
 That's not weak-tinctured in some Freedom's lust ! 
 
 " But tell me, Messenger, didst Naive escape 
 
 The traitor after battle fell to own ? " 
 " Nay, Sire: for he her bridle held, to ape 
 
 The friend and lover, aS he could, alone: 
 He fled with her unto his halls, to drape 
 
 Them with her loveliness and soften 'd tone; 
 
5 IX)RD HEALEY. 
 
 At least 'twas hinted. This is all I know 
 About his objects or his passions' glow." 
 
 " Well, thank thee for thine information full ; 
 
 And soon be ready for to joirt thy band." 
 " Aye, Sire, I wilt." " Then beest sure to rule 
 
 Thine every action by our sceptred wand ! 
 Now go and rest thee! What! have we a lull. 
 
 For want of querists on our either hand? 
 Why, here's great Layard ! Thus, O cometh thoii, 
 In steel-clad armor from thy feet to brow?" 
 
 " I come, O King, at this, thy bidding, soon. 
 To wage the warfares of my royal king ! 
 
 Hast thou thine orders? For to Loch na Doon 
 I must be tending. Hast thou any thing?" 
 
 "Ay, ay, O Layard! Fullest Urban down, 
 And'from him masks of various doings fling; 
 
 Take his command ; and let no traitor have 
 
 The pow'r to put us in an early grave! 
 
 " And if thou comest to be worried sore 
 In fighting Healey, sendeth word to me, 
 
 And markest thou, by all the oaths I've swore, 
 I wilt meet Healey, — face to face, — with glee! 
 
 These are my orders: so thou need'st no more, • 
 Save that to deal with Urban rigorously. 
 
 Adieu! and prosper, mighty, bold Layard, 
 
 Like Alexander when far Faynim-v/ard !"i 
 
 He goes: King Eric follows on behind 
 To his apartments, to rejoice and feast; 
 
59 
 
 THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 
 
 This king dreams little in his pathway blind 
 That Death sits waiting in his dark unrest, — 
 
 Nor his adherents: for it's wise and kind 
 Of great Allah to veil the future, lest * * 
 
 We pine at d'lay of either good or ill. 
 
 Which comes to us thro' th ' Almighty's will! 
 
 IX.— THE WirCH OF THE CHEVIOTS* 
 
 "Woman, woman, tell me now 
 
 Where the foemen-fires burn. 
 Whether they're on mountain-brow. 
 
 Or the swamp, in mossy fern. 
 
 "Tell me wisely, truthfully, 
 Of their number, fighting men. 
 
 Hither sent to conquer me 
 Out of Freedom's lovely ken. 
 
 " But they can not : God will give 
 
 Vict'ry to our noble cause, 
 y\nd His spirit we will wive 
 
 In our manners, homes, and laws; 
 
 " For His mercy giveth us 
 
 Grace to hope for better times. 
 
 In the strength to bind the curse 
 Of the tyrannical crimes 
 
 " Heap'd upon our lowly heads 
 By this Janus, caitiff king,t 
 
6o LORD HEALEY. 
 
 While he sits, and grandly spreads 
 Sumptuous feasts thro' underling: 
 
 "Sits and eats; while peasantry 
 Rush to wars on his account, 
 
 With the aim to gain him free 
 
 To their side on FREEDOM'S mount. 
 
 " Ah ! how sad is their mistake ! 
 
 When, instead of helping them. 
 Goes he on to coolly slake 
 
 Thirst for war and flashing gem ! 
 
 " So thou seest how we are fixt ; 
 
 And I come to thee to learn 
 More about these matters, mixt, 
 
 That I can't so w^ell discern. 
 
 " Tell me, woman, tell me quick, 
 
 From thy stores* of knowledge keen, 
 
 If the gloom will gather thick, 
 And what lies beyond the screen: 
 
 " Tell me of the chance of war, 
 
 Hope, that's fled, of peace and love, 
 
 As the days now roll afar. 
 
 Bringing aid from God above : 
 
 "Yet, I prithee, judgeth not 
 
 That I doubt our Lord on high, 
 
 Who revealeth each his lot 
 In the course of TiME a-fly ; 
 
THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 6i 
 
 " But it's always better so 
 
 To be ready, day and night, 
 Lest the foemen, on the go, 
 
 F"ind us unprepared to fight ; 
 
 " And my conscience tells me. He 
 
 Will forgive for this trespass. 
 If trespass it is to be 
 
 On the guard against this mass. 
 
 " So, O woman, tell me here 
 
 When the foeman-tide will come. 
 
 Fetching strife, as they appear. 
 To my peoples' hapi)y home." 
 
 "Then, O Healey, listen soft. 
 
 If thou wouldst the future know. 
 
 Which shines beautifully aloft 
 Over yonder glistening snow: 
 
 "Tow'ring up, I see thee stand, 
 
 Holding reins of CllURClI and STATE — 
 
 Guiding-Star to all the land 
 In thy liberty elate ; 
 
 " Helping those who faint and reel 
 ' Neath their burdens' crushing load 
 
 As they toil, to after feel 
 
 Mercies from the mighty God ; 
 
 " Cheering forward pilgrims wan 
 With thy kindling word and smile, 
 
62 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 That they may, in holy ban, 
 Kneel, and bless our loyal isle. 
 
 " But, O Healey, just between 
 This prosperity and thou 
 
 Is a wall of liquid sheen. 
 
 Looming o'er the mountain's brow: 
 
 "Thou must fight! A howling horde 
 Comes before my second-sight, 
 
 Shocking Thought and ready WoRD 
 With the horror of its blight ! 
 
 " Now 'tis gone: a conq'or shines 
 Out of battle-shroud and smoke, 
 
 Blazon'd on the hero-shrines 
 Of a kingly power — broke ! 
 
 "It is thou, O Healey proud ! 
 
 Bearing arms victoriously 
 O'er the very ones who crowd 
 
 'Gainst thee now on land and sea!" 
 
 "Well thou'st spoken, woman-seer: 
 But canst thou, in holy ray. 
 
 See some other future near. 
 
 After what thou'st said to-day?" 
 
 " No, I canst not: all is gloom. 
 At the present, of those days: 
 
 Yet I see them making room 
 For a grander army-blaze! 
 
THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 63 
 
 " Far and wide, I see it move 
 
 Thro' the subtile fen and bog, 
 Glowing with an ardent love 
 
 In the masking river-fog. 
 
 " If thou'rt wise, thou wilt dispatch 
 Men and horses ' gainst this foe 
 
 While it's time, before they'll hatch 
 
 Loathsome schemes to bring thee low. 
 
 " They are coming nigher, nigh ! 
 
 See their herald-banners shine! 
 How magnificently high 
 
 Bear they spears in martial line ! 
 
 " Now, alas! they're 'viron'd sore 
 In the dismal bog and fen,. 
 
 Like a mammoth wallowing o'er 
 Mud within a deluged glen ! 
 
 "But what army's yonder, there? 
 
 It is Mcaley's, keeping guard 
 Over Eric cavalier, 
 
 Station 'd in his muddy ward. 
 
 "Go now, Healey, go and save 
 People that thou lovest well ! 
 
 From the dungeon, crouching slave. 
 Break the clanking chains of Hell! 
 
 " Go ! — ere they are on the T()\VERs ! 
 Speak to millions thro ' thy sword ! 
 
64 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Live, SO Liberty and Powers 
 Will obey thee at thy word ! 
 
 " Don't dishearten, if it's dark, 
 When they press thee very close ; 
 
 Now thou'st time to list and hark 
 To my warning, as it flows : 
 
 " For the enemy is scarce 
 
 Out of Shene, that olden to\vn,t 
 
 And they're hast'ning on, no farce. 
 Where they many soon will drown. 
 
 " Thou wilt find them, scores, between 
 Healey Towers' fair domain 
 
 And the gates of ancient Shene, 
 Gloating o'er the future slain. 
 
 " As thou knowest now the place, 
 Go to work and fight it out : 
 
 Never yet was won a race 
 By a sluggard or a lout ! " 
 
 " Ay ; thou speaketh like a sage ; 
 
 Thou shalt see me victor still : 
 So beware King Eric's age 
 
 Of the man who conc]uers III!" 
 
 X.—IN THE MARSH. 
 
 Behold the lancers far and near 
 With horrent sword, projecting spear! 
 A grander sight was never seen 
 
IN THE MARSH. 65 
 
 In any modern time, I ween : 
 The lances blazing in the sun, 
 The martial spirit that's begun, 
 As Kolob rises in the east,* 
 Outrivals painter, bard and priest, 
 In bright delineations quaint 
 To picture them in colors faint ! 
 
 Now all at once there comes a sound 
 Beyond the line of sentries round. 
 Proclaiming to the dazzling throng 
 The presence of the ones they'd wrong: 
 For, ' vancing o'er a causeway, come 
 The foemen from their mountain-home: 
 These are the Healeys, gathering swift 
 From dewy heath and snowy drift : 
 They come, — to fight for FREEDOM, RiGHT ; 
 They fall, — to seek the Fields of Light: 
 But they must conquer; for the foul 
 Can never rule the HUMAN SoUL: 
 It can not be ! Our God of Love 
 Gives vict'ry to His own, above 
 The wicked of this earth below, 
 Who scorn His Wqrd and sinful grow. 
 
 They quickly pause, to throw a line 
 Of archers on the Eric kine: 
 How well do all the archery 
 Perform their labors, ' lotted free ! 
 They come and go upon the foe. 
 Till station'd where two runnels flow. 
 
66 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 (Which join the stream the bridge beneath, 
 And have the aspect weird of death,) . 
 They, by advance of lancers stout, 
 Soon put the servile guards to rout ; 
 Ay; nobly do they fall upon 
 These men of many battles won, 
 Whose fathers fought against the host 
 Of Romish Caesar, when their coast 
 Was first invested by him then 
 With barges, ships, and mailed men ! f 
 Oh ! fine is now their stern advance ! 
 l^ut hah! ni)' heroes of the lance, 
 Your will's too hot to do you good 
 JkTore these veterans of the rod ! 
 Don't rush into the ranks of war, 
 Unless you're certain what it's for; 
 Don't blindly feel, but know your ground 
 Is safe from ever\' foeman round: 
 As yet, you do not see the force 
 That's pressing on your rear of horse ; 
 You do not stop, to calmly think 
 That you are flank'd by morass-brink: 
 ' Tvvould now be well if you but would : 
 'Twould save you from the crushing flood 
 Descending from the enemy. 
 Who came by w ay the Irish Sea. 
 
 A moment of reflection comes : 
 Then bursts the sound of rolling drums. 
 Which give to you a warning dire 
 Of raging Strugcle and his ire! 
 
IN THE MARSH. 67 
 
 But soon you see where you are placed: 
 The foemen in the rear, and faced 
 By their battalions moving far 
 Within the sunlight's morning glare: 
 Yet 'tis not Healey's doing, this: 
 He would not have it, as it is : 
 ' Twas heedlessness of daring will 
 That brought you in this vintage-mill ! 
 Tho ' hold your station, till your lord 
 Can lend his flashing, willing sword, 
 And he will save you from this wreck 
 Of Ruin's threaten'd Baalbek ! t 
 
 At length a motion sweeps the ranks 
 Of Eric's host ; when down the banks 
 Of subtile earthen bridge, they fall 
 Into the miriest muck of all! 
 First, one; then two; and at the last 
 They're driven in't, amazing fast, 
 Like snows of Apennine or Alp 
 Rushing from their own mountain-scalp ! 
 But what, in faith, now causes this? 
 Just look, O Healeys, to yon rise, 
 And you will see your friends upraise, 
 For you, the storm of BATTLE'S blaze! 
 Hold on, and they will free your rear 
 Of enemy and goading spear. 
 So that you can, with knightly grace, 
 Prevail o'er those who front your place. 
 
 Now changes suddenly the scene : 
 Those, who were marching on serene, 
 
68 LORD HEALEV. 
 
 Are floundering in the dirt and mud, 
 
 Or welt'ring in their ebbing blood ! 
 
 O horrid sight ! O sick'ning fear 
 
 Of dreaded lance and funeral bier! 
 
 A nation, pompous in its pride, 
 
 To die, and lie in such a tide 
 
 Of filth within a moorland wide ! 
 
 What more of loathsome picture have 
 
 We, when 'tis best, of gloomy grave? 
 
 What sadder fate can e'er befall 
 
 Thejneanest wretch in prison-wall? 
 
 Ah! none! but justice must be done 
 
 To tyrant, father, or the son, 
 
 Who will trespass, and doubt that God 
 
 Can e'er inflict them with His rod; 
 
 And when He does, some then will cry: 
 
 " For shame to see a mortal die 
 
 Like this; and more's the shame that wars 
 
 Envelop lands with iron bars! " 
 
 Yet to these cynics we can say. 
 
 That if there 'd never been a da}' 
 
 When Right and Might met on the field, 
 
 And when the latter had to yield, 
 
 What would have then become of our 
 
 Great institutions, Learning's power? 
 
 Oh! them and us would have been naught. 
 
 If they, our fathers, had not fought ! 
 
 But God and Right propell'd them on. 
 
 When Caesar cross'd the Rubicon, § 
 
 Which paved the way to SCIENCE, Art, 
 
 For men of the high Genius-Heart ! 
 
IN THE MARSH. 69 
 
 Still, coming back to where the knights 
 Clash fierce together in the sights 
 Repelling to civilians' minds, 
 We note the deeds of various kinds 
 Enacted on this BRIDGE OF WAR, 
 As grand as those of Trafalgar,! 
 Or Canncx's field, or Plata:ia]*''^' 
 O Liberty, a Nation bleeds 
 For all thy beatific needs ! 
 A Nation's strong, undying love, 
 Ascends for thee to God above! 
 But here! — a quiver shakes the throng: 
 Those, who were marching fast along 
 Of Eric's clans before their foe. 
 Now make attack with arrow, bow : 
 How finely do they execute 
 The work of carnage, branch and root ! 
 How well do they soon charge upon 
 The Healeys and their gonfalon ! 
 So well, that Healey, Argus-eyed,t f 
 Hath just the road of death espied. 
 And means to stop it, now and here. 
 With storming rush and ringing cheer; 
 And to be certain, he must throw 
 Opponents all to him below 
 Into the marsh, that's stretching wide 
 And dismal on their either side ! 
 
 Lord Healey, at the van, harangues 
 His men, while nearer, louder clangs 
 The roll of the alarming drum, 
 
70 LORD HEALEV. 
 
 As onward do the foemen come ! 
 'Tis hard to bear, my worthy braves. 
 This onset of embattled slaves! 
 But struggle onward, and the blade 
 Of Valor great will give you aid: 
 Oh ! see the shields and lances near, 
 In solid force, of Healey dear! — 
 Ha! — See the cowards fall and reel 
 Before this host of living steel! 
 They reel — they fall, — a sudden crash! — 
 And downward do the Erics dash, 
 Like lava, smoke from ^-Etna's gorge 1 1 
 Exuding from its glowing forge ! 
 Now, as they're groveling in the fen. 
 They'd fain surrender, clans of men, 
 But it's too late in thinking so 
 Within this sinking mire low : 
 While their companions haste away 
 In terror — daring not to stay, — 
 For fear that Healey 's wrath and arm 
 May strike them with a wizard's charm ! 
 
 The struggle's over: man and horse 
 Revive themselves within the Course 
 Of water running thro ' the land 
 Along the mountain rising grand : 
 A strand of silver flowing thro ' 
 A blacken 'd void of bitter rue. 
 So like a wild and barren coast 
 That's fiU'd with Belial's damned ghost ! § § 
 
eric's cavalcade. 7t 
 
 As resting in his vict'ry, he, 
 Our Healey, feeUng boundless, free. 
 Does he forget the ones who lost 
 Their hold on life with fatal cost ? 
 O, no: he tries to save them all 
 From awful death and dismal pall, 
 And working with his might and main. 
 He strives to give them life again: 
 So, leaving him to nobly fill 
 His mission to the people still, 
 We let our fancy take us on 
 To Eric's court and funeral dawn. 
 
 XL— ERIC S CA J 'A L CA DE. 
 
 How MANY changes may take place 
 Within one realm and peopled race, 
 Which show the fluctuation, chase 
 (3f Time in all his boundless ways ! 
 
 Thus musing, we can almost see 
 A spirit, breathing for to break 
 The chains and thongs on land and lake 
 In Eric's host, who, mourning, take 
 
 Farewell of home with dree. 
 
 So be it: we can't always tell 
 Th' emotions of the Being's well. 
 But as it is, there hangs a spell 
 Of evil, Hke a gloomy knell : 
 
 An evil floating o'er the crowd 
 In dreadful silence, foldinir all 
 
7 2 LORD HEALEV. 
 
 The warriors in the sadden'd thrall, 
 Which speaketh of the deathly pall 
 In accents lorn and loud. 
 
 King Eric comes before his men 
 In armor and with spear; and then 
 He speaks to them of battles, when 
 Their fathers strove in moor and !:^len : 
 
 " O soldiers of a common stock, 
 Remember days of Arthur's court/'^' 
 And knights who made the foe resort 
 Beneath his flag, or be their sport 
 
 Amidst the battle-shock! 
 
 " And O remember later still 
 What happen 'd near to Cheviot-hill, 
 Brought b}^ our runner, that doth fill 
 Our minds with TRnui!LP:'s seeming ill: 
 
 Yet bear up: never wore a day 
 Unto its close, which did not bring 
 Sweet, soothing good on lightsome wing, 
 To hearts aweary sorrowing 
 
 At ViCT'RV's long delay. 
 
 "And thus in feeling, we can shout 
 A halleluiah at the rout 
 Belonging to Lord Healey stout, 
 That's ' viron'd, too, in bog about: 
 
 The very fate befalls them now. 
 Which met Sir Layard and his pack: 
 While, this we've learn 'd, the torture-wrack 
 
ERIC'S CAVALCADE. 
 
 Hath caught Sir Roland in his track, 
 And left him, lying low. 
 
 " Likewise the many traitors shared 
 His doom, who truly can be spared: 
 This, too, we've learnt : that hoary-hair'd. 
 Old messenger was breathless, scared, 
 
 So much, so, that he couldst not tell 
 Of Roland's death, nor any thing: 
 But prated of the Upas-sting f 
 That Ayton didst upon us fling. 
 
 In trembling voice and spell. 
 
 " Yet, can we blame him ? ' Twas enough 
 To stun the vilest villain tough, 
 With news of such a dread rebuff. 
 As wast inflicted on us rough ; 
 
 While on another score we may 
 Forgive him for his lack of breath: 
 He wast not on the field of death. 
 But got his knowledge from the wraith 
 
 Who fled from strife away, — 
 
 " When he received a wild report 
 Of Healey's men, their fighting sort, 
 Which shock'd him with their great cohort, 
 And made him Frenzy's ruthless sport! 
 
 But 'tis to-day we've heard the right 
 Of every thing that's valuable. 
 Thro' this, our courier's syllable. 
 Who's true as any vessel's hull 
 
 With winds and waves to fight ! 
 
 73 
 
74 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 ''Then, O my men of British mold, 
 Let's put to shame the knights of old, 
 By quelling insurrection bold 
 In Healey's court, his strongest hold: 
 
 When, bidding ' dieu to friend and home. 
 We'll swear to visit nevermore 
 Our country's heath and pebbled shore, 
 Unless their death shall go before! 
 
 No! nevermore we'll come ! " 
 
 Now, springing on his mettled horse. 
 He leads away his mighty force, 
 And past the moated grange, and course 
 Of barricadoes — thro ' the gorse ; 
 
 And " over hill and over dale " 
 He leads them, cheering often on, 
 " Strong men of many struggles won, 
 Press forward, till each traitor-son 
 
 Is stricken, lifeless, pale!" 
 
 XII.—GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 
 
 Wildly fly the skinnning swallows o'er the many hills 
 and hollows 
 
 Lying far around a mountain at a stranger, coming near: 
 
 It is Healcy riding fleetly thro ' the soaring swallows 
 neatly. 
 
 As the day is closing sweetly, when the twilight doth ap- 
 pear ; 
 
 Rides he in a pathway upward to the grotto of the seer. 
 Who is Gains, poet-peer. 
 
GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 
 
 75 
 
 When upon the mountahi hoary he observes the ancient 
 
 story 
 Told about this hermit, Uving to himself from every man : 
 He would rush at sight of mortal to a cavern's dismal 
 
 portal, 
 Like a strange and weird immortal, vanishing as specters 
 
 can : — 
 So he wonders whether he will take the same unearthly 
 
 plan, 
 
 When he seeks his mystic fane. 
 
 But he'll conquer all his terror with the knowledge of his 
 error, 
 
 By his meek and mild decorum, that he means him noth- 
 ing ill : 
 
 That he wishest not his BEING, but his keenest of fore- 
 seeing, 
 
 For to help him in the freeing of his people, harrow'd still ; 
 
 For to give him views in routing, by each softly-flowing 
 rill. 
 
 And the sunset-glowing hill. 
 
 Many foemen now advancing in the gleaming and the 
 
 glancing 
 Of their shiny arms and armor, to his country's goodly 
 
 shore ; 
 That he wishest wisdom onl)-, for his coming here so 
 
 lonely. 
 And without a guard, — alone, he, — in the foemen 's very 
 
 door: 
 
76 LORD IIEAI.EY. 
 
 As this place is but a short way from the tyrants ' din and 
 roar, 
 
 At their camping-ground before. 
 
 Now he turneth to a wonder, that is looming strangely 
 
 under 
 From beneath a shelving op'ning of a cavern to the right : 
 'Tis a man of whiten'd splendor, with a form and visage 
 
 slender, 
 Clad in robes and 'pearance tender, and the look of sages 
 
 quite: 
 Calm he seems within the glimmer of the sun's retiring 
 
 light. 
 
 As a bard of holy rite. 
 
 "Why, O Healey, dost thou wander," he begins to mus- 
 ing, ponder, 
 
 "All alone when boding danger is a-lurking in thy track? 
 
 I wilt caution thee this minute, — for thy freedom, if 
 thou'dst win it, 
 
 Be' St thou circumspect within it, in a chosen soldier-knack ! 
 
 Tho' I've spoken to no human for a decade, white or 
 black, 
 
 Yet rit warn thee of the wrack: 
 
 "For, in failing to elude them, as on yonder hight Fve 
 
 view'd them, 
 Thou wouldst meet a cruel torture from King Eric, who is 
 
 there : 
 Pray, regard thy trusting nation, and thy peoples' own 
 
 salvation. 
 
CAIUS, AT TEMPLE-C;/<OT. 77 
 
 And the dread anticipation of thy being murder'd here; 
 ' Twouldst be downfall of the Isi-AND should thou meetest 
 death anear, 
 
 Where thy strength is valued dear." 
 
 "Thanks, O Gaius, for thy praises — (whom I know thou 
 art, as day is 
 
 Written in thine every action— hallow^ 'd song and beaute- 
 ous look:) — 
 
 I wilt mind thy gentle chiding for my venturing in riding 
 
 Out of camp, and fearless guiding my caprice, as 
 wand 'ring brook ; 
 
 I have come to gather counsel from thy learned wisdom's 
 book. 
 
 In each warring deed and crook." 
 
 "Then dismount, O Healey sturdy! and my knowledge, 
 
 tho ' not wordy, 
 Shalt be given to thee freely, as a fountain welling forth ; 
 Come, and \\'elcome to my TemI'LE, where no crafty 
 
 knaves dissemble, 
 In their flattery oft to tremble, 'bout the aims of SoUTll 
 
 or N(,)RTII — 
 ' Bout the chains and shackles clanking on the truest men 
 
 of worth — 
 
 Fitter for the foul of earth." 
 
 So our Healey then dismounted — follow'd Gaius, while he 
 
 counted 
 On his charger's cjuiet waiting, that he's done ere this for 
 
 years. 
 
78 , LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 Passing thro ' a darksome narrow, they emerge uito a 
 
 fair, oh ! 
 Grander place than even Pharaoh, in the legend, ever 
 
 rears — 
 Grander splendor than the princes used to dwell in with 
 their peers — 
 
 Splendor, grandeur, of the Seer's. 
 
 There are gold and silver linings to the purple, velvet 
 
 twdnings 
 Of the hangings of the ' partment, which is square, and 
 
 rock'd around ; 
 Cushions, candlesticks, and golden, with a brightness, 
 
 which is ' holden 
 On the senses of the vision, lighting scenes that do 
 
 abound — 
 Visions 'ra^^tured with the richness of the matted-paved 
 
 ground. — 
 
 Surely pleasure here is found. 
 
 Gains speaketh: "Pray be seated, noble Healey, feeling 
 
 treated 
 Like another mon.arch-ruler, that thou art in ever)' thing: 
 So thou wishest my advising on the many ' vents arising. 
 To be always thee apprising of the dangers which they 
 
 bring ? 
 Well, Pit give it in this version, sharp, and fierce upon the 
 
 king ; 
 '■ Serving all with bitter sting: 
 
(JAius, AT 'rE^rPLE-GR()■^. 79 
 
 "Kill King Eric, for it's holy! Lay his pride and mean- 
 ness lowly ! 
 
 Seize his crown, for it bclongeth to Lord Healey and his 
 heirs ! 
 
 Long I've waited for this hour, and its hidden, mystic 
 power, 
 
 To inform thee of thy dower and the author of thy cares ; 
 
 For this Eric ' surp'd the kingdom, and also the peoples ' 
 shares 
 
 In the troverninGT affairs. 
 
 "This at present is sufficient for to make thee soon eflicient 
 In expelling him, together with his own adherents proud: 
 But before thou reacheth grand!)' this fair triumph, treat- 
 
 eth blandly 
 All the foemen, so they'll bandy nevtr with thy rule 
 
 allow'd — 
 So thou 'It 'void the dire up^hca\'als of a newly-gotten 
 
 crowd. 
 
 To thy person not avow'd. 
 
 "This is all: make haste to catch it, and with valor, 
 
 cjuickly match it 
 With thy wisdom, that canst hold it, whatsoever may 
 
 betide ; 
 And mayst I, who'st known thee longer, and I trust, hath 
 
 loved stronger. 
 Live to see Lord Healey )'ounger, throned, with purple 
 
 robe allied — 
 
8o LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Yea, allied with seats of marble, whereon Justice should 
 abide — 
 
 Honor's glory purified ! " 
 
 He arises with devotion towards the other — with a motion 
 Askcth Healey for to join him in a feast of flesh and wine ; 
 And he then explains the trouble that the people have, and 
 
 double, 
 Thro ' his harpings, good and noble, and himself, the 
 
 spirit -fine: 
 As they hold him and his music more of Heav'N than 
 
 Earthly line, 
 
 For his melody divine ! 
 
 Then Lord Healey thanks liim warmly for his verses uni- 
 formly 
 
 To his honor, in the greenwood, after curbing Gerald's 
 course: 
 
 " Thank thee. Gains, for the honor which thou puttest on 
 our banner, 
 
 And the leader hopes the donor will survive to see the 
 doors — 
 
 See the doors of tyrants open at aj^proach of man and 
 horse. 
 
 Letting forth their evil worse." 
 
 " Thou art welcome for my harpings as so many roughen'd 
 ' scarpings 
 
 Fixt upon a cliff of boulders, for to crush the Hydra- 
 head : * 
 
GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 8l 
 
 While to thee I sayst, O Healey, thou'rt the first to enter 
 
 freely 
 Temple-Grotto's cavern "d alley, leading to my home 
 
 and bed ; 
 Tho' I do not want the rabble prying here with stealthy 
 
 tread : 
 
 So I fill them all with dread." 
 
 "Then Fit tell my curious people that our Gains, old and 
 feeble, 
 
 Wishest none of any nation coming 'round his own do- 
 main." 
 
 "No, O Healey: the)- will never come in quiet prying 
 clever, 
 
 For the fear that I wilt sever soul and body with a pain: 
 
 Such hath I their superstition molded nicely. They are 
 fain 
 
 Keeping ever on the plain." 
 
 Soon our Healey moves to goeth, when the evening-star 
 
 he knoweth 
 Now is setting lovely, sweetly, in the lurid WESTERN 
 
 skies : 
 Venus, Star oe Love,! is watching o'er the enemy 
 
 a-hatching 
 Blighting plans to be o'crmatching millions with their 
 
 villainies ; 
 And it fills with heathen courage hearts aweary of their 
 
 rise, — 
 
 Dealing death with each surprise. 
 
82 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 So he mounts his chartjcr waitini^; bids adieu to Gaius, 
 
 sating 
 Him with promise of the FUTURE, glowing for the JusT 
 
 and Good : 
 Rides he onward in the gloaming, like a Lucifer in roaming f 
 O'er the trackless ocean, coming for a respite from the 
 
 rod— 
 From the rod of hoi)- Jesus, and His might}' Fatiier- 
 
 GOD : 
 
 Thus Lord Healey onward rode. 
 
 XIII.— BATTLE OF LOCH N A DO ON. . 
 
 Once more, dear friends, upon the stretching plain. 
 We bring before ye thrilling TERROR'S reign ; 
 High o'er the swelling knolls of the greensward 
 There shine conspicuous glinting shield and sword, 
 As now two armies, showing signs of war. 
 That rival splendors in the days of yore 
 With glory, power and magnificence. 
 Begin to meet within our sight intense: 
 They have these signs of subtle life and death. 
 As plain as cometh perfume on the breath. 
 To lay each other in their burial low 
 Amidst the battle, which now starts to glow. 
 Could all the states and all the empires old 
 Produce a sight that's ever grander, told 
 In hist'ry, romance or poetry, class'd 
 ' Mong greatest classics in the world amass'd? 
 
 O thou learn'd Xenophon in Cyrus-lore,* 
 Didst dream the like in cj'cles gone before, 
 
BATTLE OF LOCH- NA DOON. 83 
 
 When thou didst chronicle the Persian prince, 
 In story wondrous, in his foe's province? 
 Or Herodotus, father of thy kind,*' 
 High Hist'ry, teacher of the worldly-bUnd, 
 Didst thou depicture any brighter scene. 
 Which 'fore thine era didst the world careen? 
 A)': none, I wot of, in thine Eastern clime, 
 Had e'er the power over loathsome crime, 
 To quickly crush it in its deadly state, 
 As our bold Healey, in his strength elate: 
 No; not from oldThymbria's fighting-day ,t 
 Down to our time, in Freedom's living ray, — 
 At Gettysburg, — the charging squadrons there, — 
 Was such a vision, as now cometh here ; 
 Nay: looking o'er the hist'ry of the world, 
 The thrones of kingdoms, with their flags unfurl'd, 
 Couldst not be witness'd any richer sight, 
 In lovelier colors, than now comes to light: 
 Not in the ages of the siege of Troy,t 
 When men were freer from the times " alloy. 
 Did they discover greater qualities, 
 Than these brave Healeys, after centuries 
 Of man's decay and heartless tyrannies. 
 O thou famed poet, blind Ma;onides,§ 
 Arise, and tell us, thro' thine harmonies, 
 About thy heroes of the ancient days, — 
 Of great Ulysses' and Achilles' blaze — 
 Their Glorv'S blaze, when Agamemnon strove 
 Against bold Hector, in the war that LoVE 
 Commenced with fury, when Helena fled 
 With Paris, leaving Menelaus' bed: 
 
84 LORD IIEALEV. 
 
 In this grand warring, did these Grecians make 
 A prouder record for Tyndarus ' sake? 
 
 And thus in viewing other olden wars, 
 When spirit-millions floated by the stars, 
 Can we behold a nobler sight than this. 
 When men will die for smiling Freedom's kiss? 
 
 O storied Gra^cia,* did thy heroes bleed 
 With more devotion in thine urgent need, 
 Than these are willing, sweeping o'er the plain 
 In Valor's panoply and grim disdain 
 For fear of all a tyrant's efforts vain 
 To keep them, humble, ' neath his galling chain? 
 O Pass of Nature,! where Leonidas 
 Fought with his Spartans, striking foemen, was 
 Thy band, in daring, any braver than 
 These sons of Freedom, pressing Eric's van? 
 Or thou, old Marathon, and Leuctra, grand,! 
 Or Salamis, by ocean-breezes fann'd,S 
 Or e'en famed Cann?e, or Thrasymene,|| 
 Had ye a loftier knight-errantry? 
 
 And all the heroes and the sages old. 
 Who have bedizzen'd human-kind, extoll'd 
 In manners various, have ye better name 
 From Founder Ian to Bozzaris-Fame?** 
 
 O redden'd War, and god-like Mars, descend 
 To strike these foemen and your strength to lend 
 Unto the gallants of this fearless horde, 
 That dare all things for Freedom's mighty Lord 
 Let Saturn, brooding over field and flood,f f 
 Now sate her thirsting for red Moloch's god ;| I 
 Let Thor his powers hurl upon the foe§§ 
 
BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. 85 
 
 Of Right, of Justice, in this world below: — 
 Descend, and just as Alexander proud, 
 Or CjEsar, shining in his thunder-cloud, 
 Or strong Sesostris — Rameses as well,* 
 And slay the tyrant in your thund'ring knell ! 
 Or as some Titan, spreading terror 'round,t 
 Sweep off the traitors from the virtuous ground: 
 For they are traitors — traitors to their God, 
 And to their fellows and their own abode ! 
 
 O bright Osiris, smiling in thy rays,t 
 Encourage freemen with thy gracious blaze; 
 Or great Diana, in Ephesian pomp,§ 
 Pray grant thy glory in a vict'ry-trump: 
 Or as thou'lt have it, blest Urania fair,! 
 Sweet -sailing in the upper hights of air; 
 And thus in saiUng, as the QUEEN of NiGHT, 
 She sheds her luster in a mellow light: 
 O sweetest Isis, there thou hang'st serene,* ■■^' 
 The God of Israel and the earth between ; 
 There thou wilt hang until the end of TiME, 
 When long ETERNITY will reign sublime ; 
 And when at even conies thy vesper light. 
 And looking o'er the dreaded field of fight, 
 O show'r a blessing from thy radiance 
 Upon the righteous in their deathly trance! 
 And guard the dead, as in dark Charon's boatff 
 Their souls to HEAVEN will in, singing, float ; 
 In joy they'll leave this uncongenial shore, 
 For one where SORROW cometh nevermore. 
 
 O blessed Canaan, where the angels single 
 Perennial anthems, as the birds in spring: 
 
86 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 There high Arch-Angels, with their trumpets loud, 
 Proclaim their voices for their KiNc; avow'd: 
 There, Michael, ranking as the greatest one ; 
 And Abdiel, who, in Satan's host alone. 
 Upheld his Master, when they tempted him ; 
 And Gabr'el, herald of the JUDGMENT grim: 
 O Seraph-Angels, lend your tow "ring might 
 To those who're struggling in a war for Right ; 
 Arise, Immortals, from the Other Shore, 
 To give your aid to these oppressed sore I 
 And O ye false gods and ye goddesses. 
 Who've heathens worshipp'd during centuries. 
 Come forth from darkness, if ye truly can, 
 T' inspire with courage hearts of — only Man : 
 Thou, great, bold Ammon, in thine emeralds rare ; f 
 Thou, golden Buddha, 'hind thine iron bar;.t 
 Come forth, and righten every damning spot 
 Of grinding bondage — not the freeman's lot ! 
 O lofty Amam, on thy royal mount,§ 
 Come down, and open FREEDOM'S welling fount; 
 O Doorga, in thy crowded temple fond,|| 
 Rule other places as thou'st Doorga Khond ; 
 O wiser Mercury, in wisdom fair,'^" '^ 
 Impart thy knowledge to those marching there; 
 Let thine influence mark their every course 
 In Mind's profoundness, so the)' '11 fare no worse 
 Among the bravest of the Eric force. 
 Sweet, gentle Phoebus — O Apollo great,tt 
 On Mount Parnassus, where thou'st often sat. 
 To cheer these heroes, from thy seat descend ; 
 The pride of ancients and the muses' friend. 
 
P,ATTI>E OF LOCH NA DOON. 87 
 
 O many others of the olden time, 
 Bring to our vision, from your hoary rime, 
 Some things of value which ye've boasted of. 
 And not in silence stand afar, aloof. 
 
 As this we sayeth, we recall to mind 
 The Delphic oracles, — how seeming-kind ! * 
 What of the answers that they, varied, gave, 
 In mystic meaning, for their fame to save? 
 If ye have spoken truly in the past. 
 Canst not your power thro ' the ages last? 
 If so, unfold before these patriots brave, 
 Th' events soon coming on their tidal wave. 
 
 While thou, O Zeus, let thy lightnings fly,t 
 To guard from tyrants that are marching nigh ; 
 O Be'lzebub, in thine repulsive state,t 
 Enchain the fouler in thy deadly weight : 
 Let lurid flames of thine infernal fire 
 Enwrap the sinner in a last desire; 
 For 'tis but justice, as the moral says, 
 When he has scorn'd the 'lotted day of grace. 
 
 Hut thou, O Magian, Oromasdes good,§ 
 Prevail o'er people for to quit this brood. 
 Ere they are dragged to the black abyss. 
 Where Arimanius, in his woe, now is. 
 
 v\rise, ye monsters, from the rolling deep, 
 That GoRGON-TlME, on his rebounding leap || 
 Hath trod for cycles o'er its oceans vast, 
 And drive these foemen in the watery waste ! 
 Rise, O thou Crocodile of Egypt-fame,** 
 Thou large Leviathan of EASTERN name, — 
 Destroy these men and the oppressor-king 
 
88 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 Upon this field, on which they're marshalUng ! 
 If they'll not hearken, 'tis but justice meet ; 
 And forward, Yazdan ! for thy freedom sweet,* 
 And throw their ranks into confusion dire. 
 While Baal looks down in his godly ire ! f 
 
 O wondrous splendor that we now descry I 
 As grand as seen on India's i\ssaye,| 
 When Wellington, the British "Iron Duke," 
 O'ercame Chief Scindiah, whom he did rebuke 
 With all the rigor of his mighty arm, 
 Amidst Sedition and its wild alarm. 
 
 O could a battle of Napoleon, 
 Or our own " Fabius," noble Washington, S 
 Be more amazing than our Healey's here, 
 Who likewise striketh for his country dear? 
 
 O for a Scott and his crusader pen, 
 To ' scribe the objects now within our ken ; 
 Or for a Byron, with his soaring verse, 
 In which these deeds of glory to rehearse ; 
 Or as a Burns, in tracking musically 
 The acts of valor on the stretching lea; 
 A Moore, or Nature's loving " poet-priest," 
 The Bard of Rydal,|| with his theme increased. 
 While thus he views embattled man and beast : 
 To bring together in one body, all 
 The sights appearing, as in prism-wall: 
 The fearless daring and nobility 
 Against the meanness of all tyranny. 
 
 O come, thou Shakspeare, greatest of the earth, 
 And thou, O Milton, singing angels' worth: 
 Come, with your beauty and your laurel wreath. 
 
BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. 89 
 
 To sing the praises of these Lords OF Wrath ! 
 
 Descend, O Campbell, from thy regal hight. 
 
 With stirring lays of many deeds of fight ; 
 
 Come, Longfellow, America's own light, 
 
 And lend thy spirit to endeavor right. 
 
 O.couldst thine hero, Hiawatha, be* 
 
 More of a hero than the ones we see? 
 
 Couldst he be worthier of the world's applause. 
 
 Than our Lord Healc}- and his noble cause? 
 
 Afar he strides, an Indian sachem, he. 
 
 Toward the mountains and the western sea : 
 
 His grand achievements we're acquainted with; 
 
 A Man of Wonders and a warrior lithe. 
 
 O great Sowanna, living o'er the plain,t 
 
 Hadst thou a knowledge of this chieftain's reign? 
 
 Bright stream of Hudson, didst thou e'er infuse 
 
 The smile of God-Head in his savage muse? 
 
 Didst Minnehaha, laughing waterfall,}: 
 
 Address him sweetly and most musical? 
 
 And didst, beside it. Aukeetamit singg 
 
 To him of Flora in the joy of SPRING ?|1 
 
 O infinitely greater far than he, 
 
 In acts of glory, is our Lord Healey: 
 
 What high deportment is there in his form ! 
 
 The love of nations in his being warm ! 
 
 O Bu'narotti, — painter, sculptor, bard, — * '^^ 
 Didst thou e'er picture any greater starr'd ? 
 Famed Raffacllo, lovely artist, thou,t f 
 Hast thou conceived a nobler, manlier brow? 
 O West, our Country's Ouaker-penc'ler fine,]; J 
 And Stuart, tny pupil of the art divine. 
 
go LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Were your own pictures, tho ' of sterling worth, 
 
 On better subjects that were shadow'd forth? 
 
 Wast thy "WoLFE's DEATH" in any finer course? 
 
 Or thy " Dea'I'II " riding on his pale-white horse? 
 
 O Stuart, wast thine sublimest effort made 
 
 Of sounder glory, when at Vernon laid? 
 
 And with this mention, didst thou e'er engrave, 
 
 O Chantry, figures of a mightier wave ^'' 
 
 Of higher mortals, coming all at once. 
 
 And flush'd with vict'ry, as these patriot sons? 
 
 Come, em'nent Flaxman — Conova beside,t 
 
 And show productions of a grander tide 
 
 Of braver worthies to their land allied ; 
 
 Come forth, thou Reynolds, and thou Allston, too,J 
 
 And give a greater, that your pencils drew, 
 
 Example of the gallant, good and true ! 
 
 O Glory's votVies of the known world. 
 Go on and carve, when all the gyves are hurl'd 
 From off the nations, by these men of mind. 
 Your works of wonder, to their names confined : 
 Make statues of illustrious Burke and Pitt,S 
 Who shone like jewels in their flashing wit ; 
 Of famous Franklin on his mountain-tip, || 
 And Jefferson in brilliant statesmanship: 
 But could they have that patriotic glow 
 With warmer fervor than our Healey now? 
 Did they, the champions of the truly good. 
 Have better objects or a nobler mood? 
 
 O thou blest Colon, ent'ring empires wild,''^* 
 And knowing nothing, as the merest child, 
 Of those discov'ries that were springing whole. 
 
BATTLE OF I.OCH NA BOON. 91 
 
 Which made thee glorious unto every soul: 
 Wert thine intentions better in the main, 
 Than Healey's aspirations on this plain? 
 
 O Wolfgang, with thy cadence fair and free;* 
 Thou, deep Beethoven, with thy melody; 
 Beguiling Haydn, living to thyself ;f 
 And Handel, master of the music-elf: — t 
 Did ye impute a livelier strain and tone 
 To what i§ Man's, and only Man's alone? 
 Did the fine carols from your deathless lyres 
 Swell out to honor braver sons and sires? 
 
 Oh ! Death is sweeten'd, when our lives are done. 
 That pass'd in doing well 'beneath the sun ; 
 When we have won a lasting world-renown, 
 By deeds of goodness, living ages down ! 
 In this ambition didst thou once aspire, 
 O Howard, stricken in far Kherson dire:S 
 Lie lowly 'neath thy monumental guard. 
 Till JurxiMENT rouses thee to thy reward ! 
 Sq Luther, Knox, and other holy men,|| 
 Who fought 'gainst tyrants, with their God's amen. 
 Did ye attempt, with an}- grander aim. 
 To crush Oppression in your Maker's name? 
 Ay, even from the Scottish Hebrides,* * 
 And Kilda's islands, in the billowy seas,f f 
 To high Gibraltar, with his rock-bound coast,! t 
 Did they serve better, keeping at their post ? 
 So, also reaching from the NORTHERN LlGHTS,§ § 
 To soft Hesperia, with her summery nights, || || 
 And Isles of Gr.^cl\ and the Delta-Nile,*** 
 Didst blest RELIGION sweep her pleasing smile : 
 
92 LORD IIEALEV. 
 
 But not at first, but thro' the ages lorn 
 
 The Hope of Bethlehem was slowly borne: * 
 
 Yet to this day, upon the Ganges ' banks, f 
 
 The priests of Brahma chant their heathen thank: 
 
 Tho ■ in thy wisdom. Christian Heber, thou, J 
 
 Uidst thou extinguish nearly this black show: 
 
 The victim passing to the dreadful flame ; 
 
 The last wild shriek: the ashes of the dame! 
 
 And, India, near thee, lying to the north. 
 
 Do Chinese Pa(;a\s sally back and forth, 
 
 While praying Joss for all their earthly goods,§ 
 
 Who rules as Deus in those latitudes. 
 
 O, just as worthy as these men of God, 
 
 Is he who wrestles with the tyrant's rod ; 
 
 And better, greater, than all Pagan dreams. 
 
 Is he who struggles for our Jordan-streams! 
 
 And this is Healey, op'ning fountains, closed 
 
 By ruthless Eric in his will disposed. 
 
 "A god he strides," — a god with mortal man, 
 
 Who reaps his vict'ries in his foemen's van ; 
 
 Who, like a Samson, dooms his enemies ; 1| 
 
 A shaggy Leo, and a Hercules!^'* 
 
 Now, soon the battle's storm begins to break; 
 The sun is shining over yonder peak ; 
 Great crowds of thousands are appearing far. 
 Who have been gather'd for decisive war. 
 
 Now, Frea, lend thy mystic power here,f f 
 As didst old Maia to her son most dear; 
 O Thor, within thy looming thunder-cloud. 
 Strike — wound — and slaughter, — for these war 
 proud ! 
 
BATTLE (3F LOCll NA DOON. 93 
 
 Thou, O Ferrara, with thy blades of steel,* 
 Strike home, and make these dastard villains reel ! 
 O cut in twain the binding Gordian-knot,t 
 That's held the millions in one cursed lot ! 
 
 Soon comes the shock — the struggle's dinning shod 
 So fierce, that hills and valleys seem to rock : 
 O lend thy power, giant Atlas, now, J 
 To rend this planet from these tyrants low ! 
 
 As some wild tempest, raging furiously 
 From over countries by the Caspian Sea;§ 
 Or as Sirocco, with his fatal breath, |i 
 Who hurls his victims to a hurried death : 
 So rush these, sweeping on the coming foe 
 With bravery fearless and with hearts aglow : 
 Like waters swirling from the Maranon,** 
 They fly, to almost certain vict'ry won, 
 That they have known tends their lance and shield, 
 To make them masters of the bloody field ! 
 
 But see him moving, val'rous Healey brave, 
 Afront his forces, like a mountain-wave ; 
 More than the others goes he to the fight 
 As Ilion's warrior, or opposing knight: 
 Swift on his courser leads he in the van, 
 Like spritely Ariel, or as happy Pan ; f f 
 No terrors daunt him seeking liberty ; 
 His Spartan courage scorns a failing free ! J J 
 He strikes with vigor every foe he meets ; 
 He striketh now, as he in warring greets 
 Their serried cohorts in their bright array 
 Of glinting armor in the light of day: 
 None can outvie him in his martial mind ; 
 
94 
 
 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 He lives a hero, in his deeds enshrined ! 
 
 Ah ! see him rolHng Eric's columns back, 
 
 As on he rideth in his arrow-track ; 
 
 Upon the right he pushes on to them ; 
 
 While Eric's left he aimeth then to hem: 
 
 Pierces the center of his foremost line ; 
 
 He storms and pitches on his barb divine: 
 
 What could be grander that the world's produced? 
 
 An athlete fighting for the laws abused ! 
 
 Anon he watches for the tyrant near ; 
 He fails to see him ; will he e'er appear? 
 Now, there's one yonder that he's fain to know ; 
 He fights toward him, giving blow for blow ! 
 At last he standeth where his foeman stood ; 
 He is not here, where he has foughten good: 
 Ha! there he is upon his high career, 
 In leveling dozens with his awful spear! 
 
 "Aha, my warrior!" \'ells Lord Heale}' now: 
 " Thy time hath ended on this spot below ! 
 Prepare for action, for thy day hath waned, 
 If thou art terrible in this strife distain'd !" 
 
 " Lo, lordly Healey, thou may killest me. 
 But never, never wilt I fight with thee! 
 I lovest thee, and if thou choo'st to slay 
 Thy friend and servant, I have naught to say ! " 
 
 He said : and flinging down his spear and shield. 
 And brazen helmet, he prepares to yield. 
 
 " By Holy Love! thou art Sir Gerald, him. 
 Who bends himself to my unruly whim. 
 And throws his weapons to the reeking ground. 
 Ere he wilt strike me, tho ' ni)' taunts abound 
 
. BATTI,E OF LOCH NA DOON. 95 
 
 With bitter meaning and in sense ill-found ! 
 
 But pray, where 's Eric? I have heard he's here; 
 
 And tell me quickly, if thou lov'st me dear; 
 
 As thou, too, knoweth I have sworn an oath. 
 
 To crush his power and his person — both ! 
 
 I took thee for his royal kinglyship, 
 
 Till I learnt better from thy truthful lip: 
 
 For I believ'st thee: as no man wouldst throw 
 
 His weapons from him if I wert his foe." 
 
 " Thou speaketh manly, noble Healey, now." 
 
 "Yet, O thou Gerald, let me thus avow 
 My heartfelt sorrow for that sinful heat, 
 Of which I'm guilty, toward thy person sweet : 
 I have been worried in my mind to do't: 
 So now I hopest this wilt end dispute." 
 
 "Thou'rt right, O Healey, and here is my hand 
 To smother failings that I reprimand." 
 
 They shake, make up: then noble Healey asks 
 About their foemen and their different masks ; 
 Sir Gerald tells him ; and he in his turn 
 Speaks of his dangers, which he can discern : 
 He tells him briefly how he 'scaped the bog, 
 Where all were wrapped in a murky fog: 
 As they were striving in the vapory gloom. 
 The foemen fled to a far greater doom. 
 Where his battalions could be then array 'd 
 Against their forces ; needing not to wade 
 Within the marshes and the moorlands lone. 
 Where not a curlew o'er their tracts hath flown ! 
 
 By this, the strife began to wax apace 
 In utmost fury, and the charging brays 
 
96 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 In dread, discordant symphony among 
 The squadrons, hurried in the war along. 
 
 Now Gerald separates from Healey bold. 
 To fight for Freedom on the gory wold ; 
 And Healey, — Al'ric in his Gothic pride, — * 
 Doth fling antag'nists from his either side: 
 Swift as an eagle rides he onward still ; 
 The force of nations in his iron will : 
 Like Grajcia's Cimon, or Themistocles,t 
 Or that stern statesman, Athen's Pericles,! 
 Or mountain torrents from their rocky source, 
 He rushes onward — onward in his course! 
 O giant Healey, dost thou well display 
 Thy strength and valor thro' this heated day. 
 In this arena that thy soul doth love, 
 Where thou art fighting for thy God above : 
 Keep on, and punish tyrants with thy sword ; 
 Let earth encore thee with one sweet accord. 
 For thy just mandates, sweeping thro' the globe, 
 When blessed LIBERTY a king wouldst rob, 
 And place the power of all things to be 
 Within Jiis sceptre, ruling miserably ! 
 
 Ah, with thy vigor, warring ceases soon ; 
 Then rises fiercely by the Loch na Doon ; 
 Then calms to nothing, as we word it so ; 
 Then, bellowing, roaring, it then rises slow: 
 So on, and on, until the sun hath trod 
 His course diurnal, and whose slanting road 
 Begins to herald the approach of eve, 
 When stars their stories will resume to weave. 
 Now, there's a rider thou hast hunted oft ; 
 
BATTLE OK I.OCII NA DOON. 97 
 
 He shines with grandeur in the meadow 'd croft ; 
 How bold his bearing! What a spirit proud 
 That armor hideth 'neath its clanking loud ! 
 Lord Healey reins beside his fiery steed ; 
 King Eric halteth in his comet speed : 
 
 " Now diest, Healey, as a bloody hound, 
 That drinkcth deeply from his victim's wound!" 
 
 " But thou'lt be dead before I'lt deign to go! 
 Thou, who art ' surper to a throne below ! 
 Few are thine equal as a devil's imp! 
 An earthy fossil, and a shelled shrimp ! 
 And thou art all that I have saidest here ; 
 And more: who canst thy many faults make clear? 
 A Dionysius, wheedling Syracuse; 
 And thou art wheedling all thine abject crews : 
 But rit Timoleon, in his freedom, be,^" 
 To crush thee wholly on the land and sea ! 
 Our God hath spoken: mayest thou beware! 
 Thy death-note's falling on the waiting air ! 
 The gods have spoken ; witches prophesied 
 Thou wouldst, hereafter, in the grave abide! 
 Howe'er these augur, — witches, gods and signs, — 
 They're nearing surely as yon day-god shines ! 
 But mine own conscience, and mine oath to God, 
 To throw thee headlong into yonder flood. 
 If thou shouldst dare to cross the mark of yore. 
 Which we agreed to in the years before. 
 Compels the action, as I'm struggling on. 
 To hurl thee headlong from yon hight of stone! 
 And now preparest, for our God above 
 Hath wrought thy ruin, since thy rabble rove 
 
98 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 My country's dingle, and her pebbled shore, 
 So they'll trespass upon it nevermore! " 
 
 With this he wheels upon King Eric mail'd ; 
 Their lances quiver, as their blows are hail'd ; 
 The ones of Eric haste to aid their lord ; 
 While Healey's forces fly to lend their sword 
 Unto their ruler midst the howHng horde. 
 
 " Thou liest, villain, in thine every word ! 
 Take that, and that ! " and the loud blows are heard 
 But what are they upon the steel-clad one. 
 Who shines like Anion in yon setting sun?* 
 
 As waves from over the ^Egean Sea,t 
 In roughen'd billows, rolling far and free ; 
 Or sandy simooms from Sahara drear, 
 Sweep nearly over Mauritania near;|' 
 Or as that classic Hellespont of old,S 
 Which broke the bridges of King Xerxes bold ; 
 Or cyclones, swelling in the Indian Seas,|| 
 So fast they're rushing thro ' the evening breeze! 
 
 " Aha, King Eric, wilt I soon repay 
 The death of Roland and its fated day! " 
 
 Lord Healey says, and parring with a glee 
 The thrusts of Eric, foils him splendidly. 
 They fight — they're reeling, a confused mass. 
 Horse, king, and foll'wer, of whatever class ; 
 Death-blows are given ; blood is welling free 
 From 'neath the corselets of the chivalry. 
 What grander vision can e'er break to sight ? 
 A royal monarch and a lord in fight ; 
 One strives for FREEDOM ; while the other dares 
 The storm of battle for a TYRANT'S cares. 
 
BATTLE OF LOCH NA BOON. 99 
 
 Now, one by one the Eric host is slain ; 
 The sun is setting in the azure plain ; 
 The death that boded hath descended here ; 
 No more will victims poise the barbed spear: 
 All gone, except the one who fights for life, 
 And they who're fleeing at the close of strife: 
 This king has always 'joy'd a fame in war: 
 But now he meets one who is greater far 
 With deadly lance and prowess muscular. 
 
 Alas for Eric ! Healey strikes a place. 
 That almost throws him from his wonted brace ; 
 Lord Healey follows with another thud. 
 Which blinds his vision in his spouting blood ; 
 And still another: Eric falls beneath 
 His prancing charger in the throes of death ; 
 And thus relieved from every man's constraint, 
 The courser speeds into the darkness faint : 
 Yet, still undaunted, Eric strives to rise, 
 And slay his rival, whom he foully eyes : 
 With one more effort aims he toward his foe ; 
 But Healey grasps him, ere he strikes the blow: 
 He drags him to the river's seething loch ; 
 He hurls him over a Parpeian rock;* 
 The monarch sinks within the surges black; 
 Another Barathrum and felon's wrack If 
 
 Our Healey wavers, as he throws him in : 
 Was it a misdeed, and was it a sin? 
 Did not Lord Healey caution him to peace? 
 But he refused any strife to cease. 
 With heated senses Healey gazes long 
 Into the waters, where this son of WRONG 
 
oo LORD IIEALEV. 
 
 Hath found a mantle ' neath the billows wild, 
 And where they hold him, as a little child. 
 He then returns unto his conq'ring band, 
 That's scatter 'd o'er the troubled, reeking land ; 
 He calls them loudly on the bugle-horn, 
 T ' inter the dead against the light of morn. 
 
 O hallow'd goddess, as thou riseth now 
 From o'er the shadowy horizon's brow, 
 Smile sweetly on the dotting grave-mounds high. 
 And light the beds of those who laugh 'd to die! 
 And Jupiter the Liberator bland,* 
 Call down thy blessings on this patriot land : 
 Call to the people on their native shore. 
 And cry, " Your Freedom ! Won for evermore ! 
 Sweet, O thou soareth, gentle MdON serene. 
 While bright Orion gilds the western scene ; f 
 And Hesper twinkles in her light afar,t 
 Midst constellations and each lesser star: 
 And dear to pilgrims is that POLAR LlGilT,§ 
 Which guides us mortals in our paths aright ; 
 And also glittering in the " central blue," 
 The Taurus Pleiads come before our view.|| 
 Descend, O Twilight, softly o'er the plain, 
 And wrap Old Earth within thy starry reign ; 
 Sleep, balmy Zephyr, in thy mountain-cave! 
 Arise, ye spirits, thro' the airy wave! 
 
 Peace all around — Peace now takes her sway. 
 To rule by night-time, and to rule by day. 
 To soar for ever on her FREEDOM'S wing. 
 And live eternal by Castalia's spring!** 
 Yea, thrilling conflict, where OPPRESSION fell 
 
BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. ] 
 
 Down — down to devils in a burning Hell! 
 Fair LIBERTY, ennobling cause of all, 
 Hath wov'n her vict'ries in a gorgeous pall. 
 
 O for a harp of many minstrel-tunes, 
 To sing of warring as our Loch na Boon's; 
 To sing of deeds of this IMMORTAL Band,* 
 That strove, as Elam's, with a daring hand ; 
 That fought, like Hercules, with giants bold. 
 Or Charlemagne in all his empires old ; t 
 That gather 'd, as they who on Tara's hight t 
 Amass 'd their forces for the freeman's fight. 
 
 O with thy music, charming Bartholdy,§ 
 Come, sing the praises of this victory : 
 'Tis past description, but we only can 
 Review the battle as one struggling man : 
 For, all imagined it depended on 
 Each one to gain it, and himself alone: 
 So on they press 'd, until their foes were thrown 
 Into confusion with such pith and bone 
 As they possess'd, in love of country shown. 
 
 O write, historians, of such wondrous times. 
 When Death swept freely o'er the naked crimes 
 When expiation was at length destroy'd ; 
 A moral, truly, for our days alloy'd ! 
 For Man's degeneracy's now so much. 
 That none are free from its degrading clutch ; 
 And if our MAKER should adjudge us soon. 
 How would us sinners stand before His throne ! 
 We fear the sentence; tho' we'll e'er prevail 
 Upon our SAVIOR, whom our beings hail, 
 To shield us from the terrible, swift rod 
 
>2 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 Of the omnipotent, avenging God ! 
 
 Thro' Christ alone we can aspire to Heaven 
 
 By worshipping, and be thro ' Him forgiven ! 
 
 O mighty " valor rolling on the foe," 
 When Day-light shower'd livid rays below ! 
 Then did our Healey, on a Pherenes,* 
 Prodigious courage show throughout with these — 
 With these, his troopers, flashing gaudil)' 
 Among the foemen, looking wond'ringly: 
 When, with his daring and his manly hits. 
 He shamed us moderns in an Austcrlitz,t 
 And gave examples to the ' stonish'd \Vorld, 
 That Ri(;nT must govern, tho ' all Mkiht's down- 
 
 hurl'd ! 
 Yea ; on this Plodden of the trampled lea,t 
 Were brilliant contests of the chivalry ; 
 And just as glorious as Caerleon's old,§ 
 Where knights, in tourneys, were together roll'd ; 
 Or when, in Lyonesse, King Arthur fought |1 
 The rebel Modred with a mind distraught ; 
 And when he, himself, went afar, away. 
 To isled Avilion in the pearly day. 
 So thoughts will come upon this ancient fight. 
 Which shows us measures of the wrong and right ; 
 So we have sang a carol of the free, 
 In praise of freemen and their liberty. 
 Who nerve the hand and steel the heart from fear. 
 While thus embattled for all they hold most dear: 
 And lording over every sea and plain. 
 They dread no danger on the bounding main. 
 Nor woe which cometh to their arms a-land. 
 
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 But storm them manly with their little band. 
 As fine, surprising, and as strange a tale 
 As poet-legends of the Holy Grail,* 
 Is this, that Healey, with one country small, 
 Couldst break a POWER and its loathsome thrall : 
 Yet, is it wonderful after all that's been? 
 For God's fair dealing in their cause is seen ; 
 And He hath willed that His justice should, 
 Without a failure, be for ever good. 
 
 So rise, O Moon, into the heavens mild. 
 And throw thy glances on this gory field ; 
 Advance, ye hosts of yonder starry arch. 
 Where countless glories do for cycles march. 
 Where giant cent'ries will for ages roll. 
 And spread their powers from one pole, to pole. 
 Where God and angels, with His throne on high, 
 Will sweep with splendor all the upper sky. 
 And when the day-star will begin to reign, 
 And look on them — the living and the slain ! 
 
 XIV.— RE-UNION. 
 
 I. 
 
 Scene, — Cecil's manor-halls: 
 Friends have now gather'd for the joy and feast ; 
 The baron's daughter hath return'd from brawls, 
 Where War his visor had put on at last, 
 
 To crush the tyrant bold: • 
 Few have beheld such gleeful merriment ; 
 Not, since the time when Athen's laid her hold 
 
I04 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 On her authority to Sparta lent — * 
 Lent, for a thne, till she obtain'd her end 
 Thro ' Thrasabulus, who was her devoted friend. f 
 
 All's lost in luxur}' : 
 
 The halls are ringing with the wassail-shout ; 
 Fair women, led by th" respective chivalr)', 
 
 Are on parterres, or in the halls about: 
 Sweet Peace is brooding here: 
 
 Naught, save the clatter of the flagon large 
 Comes to molest the warring chevalier: 
 
 Reign, O Peace, tho' a thousand thousand charge 
 Against thy quiet, coming from afar! 
 Thy Healey's watching from his glowing natal star!]. 
 
 But hark ! Into the night 
 
 The manor-bell begins its clashing, clang. 
 As if the spirits, on their godly hight. 
 
 Were beating loudly on some dragon's fang;§ 
 And now they go, the gay, 
 
 To hear the story of old Cecil's Naive, 
 When she was held by Urban far away, 
 
 7\nd what then happen'd, ere her friends could save; 
 And all the dangers, all the woes that she 
 Endured for MoNOR, and for purest Honor free. 
 
 Within a room they wait : 
 P"air Naive is sitting on a platform raised, 
 Like Cleopatra, ruling crowds in state, || 
 
 Or famed Semiramis, in Nin'veh praised:** 
 Fair she sits, folding BEAUTY 
 
RE-UNION. 105 
 
 Within her deUcate and fragile form ; 
 Like soaring KNOWLEDGE, Grace, and lovely DuTV, 
 
 She sways her hearers with her being warm ; 
 None can outvie her in her witchery sweet, 
 That throws enamor'd gallants at my lady's feet. 
 
 " Good friends," she now doth say: 
 
 " Ye've come to list to my adventures strange ; 
 Ye are not ' ware of what took place the day 
 
 When I wast taken from the moated grange: 
 As I wast there, enwraptured 
 
 With dreams of days which are forever gone ; 
 But thought I little that I shouldst be captured, 
 
 y\nd be one cause in putting troubles on : 
 Yet this wast so: in turning back, behold I 
 I wast impressed by the few of Eric bold ! 
 
 " Such were their doings here: 
 
 Away to the far southward I wast borne. 
 Unto Sir Urban with his bloody spear: 
 
 Since he hadst kill'd Sir Roland near the Doon, 
 Just only shortly after 
 
 1 wast imprison'd by his master's order; 
 And, getting vexed at his taunts and laughter, 
 
 I wast compell'd to answer in disorder 
 His keen, sarcastic words of loathsome marriage; 
 And thus he spake, despite their chance miscarriage: 
 
 ■ "'Thou must be solely mine! 
 My heart hath spoken: Eric is undone: 
 But if thou 'fuseth any thing that's thine. 
 
io6 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 rit swear to kill thee, by yon setting sun! 
 Mithras hath justly ansvver'd** 
 
 My prayers, petitions for an one like thee: 
 So get thee gone into my quarters, fancied 
 
 Thine and mine within the great To-Be! ' 
 So in I went beneath his tented roof, 
 To weep for Liberty from me afar, aloof! 
 
 " But ended here his passion ? 
 
 O wouldst to God it hadst been all, no more ! 
 But near the dawn, as 'twas his usual fashion. 
 
 He came my way, and stood inside the door; 
 And then, in taunting me, 
 
 He spake at large of various things of woe: 
 I can't remember half he said with dree: 
 
 It were too shocking for to tell it now ; 
 Suffice to speak of how he plann'd to place 
 Me in a battle, for his van to woman-grace. 
 
 " Then, anger 'd, he left me, 
 
 Singing a song of blighting devil-lore, 
 Fit for some pirate of the tidal sea, 
 
 More than a chieftain fighting for his shore: 
 Loudly didst he sing it. 
 
 Sounding clear, and clearer on the ear. 
 Until the camp-ground, as a joyous linnet, 
 
 Reverberated with its horrid jeer: 
 This is it, as I canst well recollect it, 
 Which'll make all shudder as they retrospect it : 
 
 " ' Sing, sing Maro, 
 
 Of proud Satan's reign; 
 
RE-UNION. " T07 
 
 Sing, sing Maro, 
 
 Of his writhing pain ! 
 In the fiery prison 
 Of hell-bought derision, 
 Gladly wilt he gather 
 From the Heav'nly Father 
 
 Myriads, at his beck: 
 Then, O then, wilt Satan 
 E'er his people rate on 
 
 Fury, to bedeck ; 
 And the burning trials, 
 Out of deadly vials, 
 Shall enrich his glory — 
 
 Glory evermore; 
 For it's told in story 
 That he loves to worry, 
 Harass, mock and flurry 
 
 Victims, gone before. — 
 This is true to nature: 
 Every mortal creature. 
 Large, or small of feature, 
 
 Shalt his bounty taste 
 Either here or after ! 
 Fill'd each leaden rafter * 
 
 With a demon's laughter 
 
 In the lurid waste! 
 While the damn'd still living 
 Are in silence giving 
 Alms to Hell in driving 
 
 In Sir Urban's foes: — 
 Hell, his imps and subjects 
 
io8 • LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 Shout, — O horrid objects! — 
 At grim Satan's projects, 
 
 Where the furnace glows: 
 Singing, ' Hellish devils, 
 In the grimy revels, 
 Guard your sacred evils 
 
 From all hands but ours : ' 
 Singing, ' O thou Maro, 
 O thou learned Maro, 
 Tell thy people, e'er oh ! 
 . Of Apollyon's powers I ' ' 
 
 " This is the song, or poem : 
 
 Perhaps it was the air which fill'd with dread: 
 However, it was but the sliding proem 
 
 Of what was coming, stealing on ahead : 
 So then, when the day -light 
 
 Showered largess from empyreal skies, 
 I wast environ'd in a dinning fight, 
 
 Which I escaped thro' FORTUNE'S subtleties: 
 Sir Urban 's force divided to the left. 
 Which made me hopeful for my liberty bereft. 
 
 * " But got I rid of him ? 
 
 No: when he found the battle not his own, 
 
 He caught my charger, — hobbled, lithe and trim, — 
 
 And hurried on a-dovvn the Loch na Doon, 
 
 Toward his castle-halls : 
 And there he kept me, waiting for a chance 
 To rescued be from such polluted stalls ; 
 
 While oft he'd threaten, with the ax or lance, 
 
RE-UNION. 109 
 
 So that I'dst marry him without delay; 
 
 Or, if I'dst speak against, he wouldst me surely slay. 
 
 "Yet Providence, that Star, 
 
 Hadst folded me within its spotless folds: 
 There came a time when the uncertain war 
 
 Call'd Urban off, to struggles on the wolds: 
 Then, then didst I endeavor 
 
 To flee away from his degraded halls ; 
 And with it, sped the news that he wouldst never 
 
 Preside again within his castle-walls: 
 He hadst been slain by will of Eric proud. 
 Because he took me: Thing he wouldst have ne'er allow'd. 
 
 "Then came another word, 
 
 Of Eric's death, by lordly Healey brave; 
 And soon thereafter at the gates were heard 
 
 His warriors pounding, for my life to save. 
 The hero-knight sent them. 
 
 With bold Sir Ayton of his goodly cause: 
 So, in all dangers that I hadst to stem, 
 
 I wast preserved by God's almighty laws; 
 And now, companions, let us joyful be. 
 And drink our fortunes in these Bacchanalia free!"tf 
 
 She 'rose, and stepped off 
 The dais, ' midst the ring of happy throats : 
 The ones, that, hearing, smother 'd anger rough. 
 
 Now grant her praises, which her daring votes. 
 
 And thro' the waning night, 
 The song, the dance, and the rich-flowing wine, 
 
no LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Still keep preeminence throughout with knight 
 
 And lady fair, who are rejoicing fine; 
 And leaving them to their own souls' content, 
 We soar our fancy to the following event : 
 
 II. 
 
 What say'st of this proceeding — 
 
 The great re-union of all hearts and hands? 
 The despot down, the people now succeeding 
 
 To reunite themselves in equal bands: 
 ' Tis proper ; and we'll leave 
 
 Posterity the glow we can't express. 
 To know that all they are, and all they have. 
 
 Is from our Healey, living but to bless: | J 
 Yet we shall mention one more word of praise 
 About their country and their patriotic ways: 
 
 The foemen, seeing good 
 
 To issue from Lord Healey's government, 
 Sent deputies to greet his multitude, 
 
 And ask to have their states for ever blent : 
 Thus seeing, they relinquish'd 
 
 Resentments to him, knowing he was right. 
 And gave the world a thrilling and distinguish 'd 
 
 Precept to go by ; flinging evils light 
 Toward the background, hoping gladsome things: 
 What noble sentiments great P'reedom brings! 
 
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. in 
 
 XV.— ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 
 
 Sweet Philomela sings her nightly song"^' 
 Beside the river, where King Eric lies ; 
 
 Her mate hath left her to be absent long, 
 Hence the lorn trillings of her melodies! 
 
 The birdling twitter in the waving trees. 
 The beetle's droning, and the insect's hum, 
 
 Waft laz'ly on the moving southern breeze, 
 
 Which makes such troopers to our climate come. 
 
 Faint vapors rising from the meadow near, 
 Veil Luna's count'nance in the blue expanse;! 
 
 They float in clouds of misty smoke, and clear. 
 To sprinkle dew-drops, that the scenes enhance. 
 
 The cooings of the loving turtle-dove 
 
 Have long been silent on the heath and moor; 
 
 The sky-lark's matins in the realms above. 
 Are hush'd in Nature's quiet evening hour. 
 
 No more are warriors fighting on the plain ; 
 
 Some sleep in slumbers of no waking here; 
 Others are busy with the reeking slain, 
 
 To place the fallen ' neath their sodded bier. 
 
 All's quiet, hallow'd, like sepulchral mold; 
 
 Calm Peace is dwelling on this field of strife: 
 But for the prince of heated temper bold. 
 
 All might be Uving, full of vig'rous life. 
 
12 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 How sad mistakes will take head and live 
 In various seasons, and in rank and birth! 
 
 The hearts of freemen will not further give 
 A lasting fame to rulers of the earth, 
 
 Unless they struggle for the rights of men, 
 A cause most worthy of the Good and JuST: 
 
 Unless they battle like to this, again 
 
 They'll fall to lowness in their kindred dust! 
 
 And so abhorred by the passing days, 
 
 Their blacken'd mem Vies will in misery die: 
 
 Their ev'ry action will but serve to blaze 
 The hated meanness of their tyranny. 
 
 So this is Eric's, and so must this be 
 
 The fate of tyrants, vv^hether strong or not ; 
 
 Their end is fitting! Let the raging sea 
 
 Leave this dark record for their fame to blot ! 
 
 But what is sweeter to innnortal ear, 
 Heard by the spirit over its own clay. 
 
 Than that the whispers of the world, declare 
 " He died for FREEDOM ! Blessed be his pay ! 
 
 Yet how despondent it must feel, to hear 
 Its name abandon'd to the scoffing jest! 
 
 To know that always it shall thus appear 
 The incarnation of a worldly pest ! 
 
 Oh ! greater is the rustic, — plowing swain, — 
 Rear'd as a Dryad, than a princely king!| 
 
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 113 
 
 A plodding vender, or a fisher plain, 
 
 Than be his abject and his worthless thing! 
 
 Better the frailest man of common means, 
 Who ekes a living out of pittance small : 
 
 For if he's righteous, Jesus ever screens 
 His poorness simple in His graces all. 
 
 Since He loves ever those who trust His WoRl), 
 Thro" all the trials of this earthly clime, 
 
 And tries them only \vith AFFLICTION'S sword, 
 To grant their wishes in the coming time. 
 
 So as a Solomon, He gives them great — 
 
 Great gifts beyond the dreamer's sanguine hope: § 
 
 Then bow, ye millions, 'fore our POTENTATE, 
 Who lives to raise the lowly where they grope ! 
 
 And thro' His GRACE, and their exertions, too. 
 The poorest mortals may arise to worth ; 
 
 How their weak fortunes will, continued, grow 
 Into proportion to their former dearth! 
 
 The best example that we have of this, 
 
 A very w.onder to the miser knurl'd, 
 Which shows that MERIT will on high arise. 
 
 Is Lincoln's Star within our Western World ! 
 
 Yet do I never, in my musing mind. 
 
 Condemn the rich, because they're rich, alone: 
 
 Away ideas, that they'll be assign 'd 
 
 To dread Perdition for their lucre known ! 
 
114 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 If they are virtuous, it is all's required : 
 
 The wealth of nations will not harm the man, 
 
 Whose heart is filling with The TRUTH inspired: 
 That's God's commandment in His moral plan. 
 
 Tho' many hold that Gain will maketh bad: — 
 Let him be cautious who hath it in hand, 
 
 Lest he may fall into the mire, clad 
 Like Eric, folded in the watery sand. 
 
 'Tis well in fearing any thing as such: 
 
 In this, good humans have been stricken down : 
 
 We all are mortals, and are weaken 'd much 
 By baned AUVERSITV of darken'd frown. 
 
 So let us trust in a supremer BEING 
 
 Than fickle Fortune, living but a day: 
 
 The One Eternal and the All-foreseeing, 
 Who will not cast our fragile barks away. 
 
 And in our faith of His benignant smile. 
 
 Let us remember th' nearing hour of doom; 
 
 That we will revel yet a little while 
 
 Amidst the pleasures of this worldly home: 
 
 Then, be our station either high or low. 
 We'll all be gather 'd in one common bed : 
 
 The great, the wealthy, and the poorest now. 
 Shall then be equal — number'd with the dead ! 
 
 Now, who will live throughout E'l'ERNlTY? 
 The great and holy, dwelling with their Lord : 
 
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 115 
 
 These are the royal of FRATERNITY, 
 
 Who dwell together in one sweet concord. 
 
 For to be holy, it is to be great ; 
 
 The twain are jointed in all noble climes: 
 So it behooves us, every one of FATE, 
 
 To strive for glory in our fleeting times. 
 
 As he who acteth well his pers'nal part. 
 And lives according to the Holy Writ, 
 
 Who serves his brethren with a giant's heart. 
 And leaves a mcm'ry all in glory lit. 
 
 Will meet reward upon the " Other Shore," 
 For deeds and morals to his brothers given. 
 
 That'll stand for ages — ages flying o'er 
 
 The hights and kingdoms of IMMORTAL HEAVEN ! 
 
 Oh ! blest it is to live in minds of men 
 
 For something glorious, something for the soul ! 
 
 This is the noblest aspiration, when 
 
 We leave examples, tho ' the cycles roll 
 
 Together onward in the GOLDEN Day, 
 To be the patterns of each newer age : 
 
 These are attributes, and this is the pay 
 
 That Greatness craveth in the bard or sage! 
 
 But when we view the hist'ry of this king. 
 
 We fail to ' scover any good of note ; 
 His sole ambition was to make all cringe 
 
 Before the power which he meanly got ; 
 
Il6 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 To lord it over every neighb'ring land, 
 
 Despite the treaties that he sign'd for peace; 
 
 To make pretexts against a weaker band, 
 Whom he might conquer with a little ease; 
 
 And thus he open'd many ruthless wars, 
 Which simply could have been averted, by 
 
 Observing justice and a statesman's cares 
 In giving people peace to live and die. 
 
 ' So on he ventured in his doings vain, 
 Until he fell anear the Loch na Doon ; 
 And now he lieth ' neath the sandy main, 
 
 Abhorr'd by millions where his name is known ! 
 
 This should be warning to those high in state, — 
 If he was 'surpcr to a throne and crown, — 
 
 To sway with merc}% and to meditate 
 
 Good deeds to those who dwell in tow'r and town. 
 
 'Tis not they're monarch that they must be great, 
 
 A station gotten by inheritance: 
 But true nobility of SoUL'S estate 
 
 Is grander, greater, in the sage's glance: 
 
 Look at a Solon's splendid Athen-laws, 
 
 A strong Lycurgus of the Spartan view ;* * 
 
 Have kings espoused a nobler, better cause. 
 And held it longer, than old Graecia's two? 
 
 Or Wisdom's body of Colossal minds,! f 
 
 Whom it, our COUNTRY'S CONSTITUTION, framed; 
 
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 117 
 
 Where is more freedom every tyrant binds, 
 
 Than, — potent, vig'rous, — in these thinkers named? 
 
 1 trow, and others have to do the same, 
 
 With Chatham's discourse on their knowledge fair: 
 The world hath never out of greater fame 
 
 Put forth such champions of a people rare.): t 
 
 No: here we see a Tully in an one,§ § 
 
 Who bursts with eloquence the GATES OF WOE ; 
 A Coeur-de-Lion in another son,|| || 
 
 Who served his nation fighting 'gainst her foe; 
 
 A dying Hampden of our "Starry Flag," i 
 On Bunker's Hill, a-bleeding out his life ; 
 
 A great O'Connell, never known to lag, 3 
 
 When Duty call'd him to the rostrum-strife; 
 
 A daring Wallace, tho ' of roughen'd tongue, 3 
 Whose heart was loyal to his country's call ; 
 
 And scores of others, that the shackles wrung 
 From off their bodies, who were freemen all. 
 
 To these, what contrast is between them loved, — 
 This king, and heroes of their liberty, — 
 
 Who went thro' fire for their rights, unmoved ; 
 At Valley Forge, thro ' heavy snows, to die 4 
 
 At sultry Monmouth and the Brandywine,5 
 Did they e'er battle like the giants huge ; 
 
 And Yorktown saw their glorious valor shine, 6 
 When Lord Cornwallis met that wild deluge. 
 
1 i8 LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 Which forced his trenches, and surrender, too, 
 And check'd his bragging with a triumph then : 7 
 
 What! could he conquer such a mighty crew, 
 Who fought Uke tigers more than mortal men ! 
 
 Oh I what are they, and what is Eric now? 
 
 The ages echo with their names for aye, 
 While his own mem'ry evermore will show. 
 
 With Herod's, blackness to the latest day I 8 
 
 O kings and princes, shun his fate and live 
 
 In hearts of HoNOR, thro' your kindness qlieap ; 
 
 It costs but little to befriend, and give 
 
 Your seeds for harvest, for all men to reap ; 
 
 And do not sow as trait'rous Arnold did, 
 
 Or Judas, crim'nal in all CHRISTIAN lands ; 9 
 
 But like Demosthenes, who scorn 'd the bid 
 Made by King Philip's Macedonian bands; 10 
 
 Who scorn 'd them coldly, and kept true to them. 
 His country's people, falling from their power; 
 
 Who valued HONOR, and who loathed a gem 
 Which came not from it, but from tyrant-dower. 
 
 O men and monarchs, of whatever rank. 
 
 Take heed of Eric, who hath wrong'd his land ! 
 
 Alas, see where his body lieth dank. 
 Beneath the waters of the river grand ! 
 
 While o'er him dash the minnows' swarming-school. 
 The winds are sighing o'er his sandy bier; 
 
INTERLUDE. 119 
 
 While breathless mention's madeth of a rule, 
 That filled nations with an awful fear: 
 
 For they had fear'd him as a rav'nous wolf, 
 Who stopt at nothing till he's full of blood : 
 
 But now he's landed o'er the raging gulf. 
 
 Which shuts us mortals from a Hell or GoD I 
 
 Then, roll on waters to the boiling deep, 
 And bear his mem'ry, if ye will, with ye ! 
 
 So break, O MoRN, from thy lethargic sleep. 
 
 And blaze Christ's Freedom o'er the land and 
 
 INTERLUDE. 
 
 Again we sing with joyous ode 
 Another liberty ; again 
 The deeds of Healey, and his mode. 
 In quelling, like the summer-rain, 
 The fever-heat of nations fierce, 
 Who know no bounds of good or bad. 
 But by that vi'lence on the plain. 
 Or ocean, which to now rehearse. 
 Would out of time and season be. 
 When godly ones are also made : 
 So we shall fling to waters free, 
 With Eric, all of loathsomeness. 
 And sing of Valor's mighty fray. 
 When Freedom, in her handsomeness, 
 Prevail'd o'er foemen yesterday 
 
LORD IIEALEY. 
 
 To meet result and splendidness ; 
 While all of Virtue, all of Fame, 
 Mingled with AVARICE and Shame, 
 Are midst the rulers of the STATE, 
 To free, or chain with deadly weight : 
 No one can find with nobler mind 
 A person, who, in these entwined, 
 Can then resist their soothing charms. 
 And, soon surmounting every thing, 
 O'ercome those rabid, haunting arms. 
 Which make a tyrant of the king ; 
 And, overcoming, they'll throw out 
 Supremely mandates o'er the land, 
 Temper 'd by God's own rigid laws. 
 While rustic, noble, or the lout. 
 Can find no great objections, flav/s. 
 That their own justice could demand. 
 Oh ! this is Healey, like a seer. 
 Who knoweth when to work or fight ; 
 Who knoweth when to stop, appear, 
 Upon the turning stage of life. 
 When woes arise against the RiGlIT, 
 To crush it dead with foulness rife! 
 He scorneth every obstacle, 
 When Meanness, with his particle 
 Of pompous Pride and grinding Band, 
 Comes to enslave his native land : 
 Then does our Healey move about 
 A strong Goliath in his mail,* 
 To smite the enemy, that quail 
 Where'er he rideth thro ' the lists, 
 
INTERLUDE. i 
 
 And Storms around, within, without. 
 
 Their thronged cohorts in the mists ! 
 
 And when he makes their daring yield, 
 
 He mounts the throne with regal crown, 
 
 And sways with popularity 
 
 Alike in STATE and gory F[ELD, 
 
 By perpetrating with renown 
 
 The actions of -the Good and FREE ! — 
 
 Thro' his revolt from TvRANNV, 
 
 He brings the hearts of millions warm 
 
 Unto his bosom, that is far 
 
 Of more account than e\'er war 
 
 Upon them — war, that doth deform 
 
 All noble principles so rare! 
 
 This is the only way to get 
 
 The peoples ' everlasting love ; 
 
 This is the justice that will yet 
 
 Surprise the monarchs of the globe. 
 
 Whether the CzAR, or POPE in robe. 
 
 The Ottoman of far Stamboul.f 
 
 The princes of Ashantee black, t 
 
 The Chinese of the Pagan pack, 
 
 By Love that cometh from above 
 
 To save Its nations from their rule ! 
 
 Ay ; reading this, we readeth how 
 
 Lord Healey serves the commonweal, — 
 
 With all the ardor of his zeal, 
 
 That's free of artifice and stealth, — 
 
 By making laws for men of wealth, 
 
 And for the peasant, high or low, 
 
 l^y forming statutes on the ground 
 
LORD HEALEY. 
 
 Of Liberty, wherever found, 
 
 By treating all of Right the same. 
 
 If they were once deprived of name 
 
 Of freemen, while they wore the }'okc 
 
 Enforced on them by the ones 
 
 Who made the nations, whom thc)- broke 
 
 Into submissive loyalty, 
 
 Pass underneath this hated thing. 
 
 As trophies of their victory ! § 
 
 O Healey, wheresoe'er th}- sons 
 
 May dwell in harmony, and sing 
 
 Of battle-axes' vivid gleam. 
 
 Of sounding warfare, and the steam 
 
 Arising from the reeking wold. 
 
 May they for ever then behold 
 
 The scenery of this ancient dream. 
 
 Depicted by the poets old, 
 
 And bless thy name, remembrance dear. 
 
 For peace and plenty, year to year ; 
 
 As thou deserveth every praise 
 
 That mortal canst bestow on man. 
 
 The laurel'd glor}% and the bays 
 
 Of Tasso, won as honorable || 
 
 As he hath won them in the van 
 
 Of changing ode and syllable. 
 
 Great warrior! onward is thy course 
 
 For loving TRUTH and LIBERTY, 
 
 And spotless Honor, gem of all: 
 
 Press forward in the rolling tide 
 
 Of years a-coming, and e'er force 
 
 From earth the kings of tyranny. 
 
INTERLUDE. 123 
 
 Their shameless doings, and the thrall 
 
 Descending from such ancestr)-, 
 
 The mocking grandeur, and the pride 
 
 Like that of Wolsey, when his wide 
 
 And wicked meanness came to light. 
 
 From ' neath a BiSliOP'S garments white :'^'^ 
 
 Thus by thee we perceive that good 
 
 Must reign supreme upon the earth, 
 
 Or else our great Almigty, — God, — 
 
 Will sweep the nations with a dearth. 
 
 Or bloodshed, showing which is best. 
 
 The Wrong or Right, the Pure or Foul 
 
 In making thee the living soul 
 
 And fair example to the rest : 
 
 Thus have we noticed thee arise. 
 
 Crushing the tyrant in his lair, 
 
 His followers, and all his train. 
 
 His governmental, high estate, — 
 
 And as we witness'd thee surprise 
 
 Him and his forces, we are fain 
 
 RemembVing them, and hail thee in. 
 
 Coming in strength and joy elate, — 
 
 W'e hail thee, trusting in thy fate 
 
 Of far Futurity, and 'clare 
 
 For wisest, greatest Llewellyn ! 
 
(91© 
 MISCELLUNEOUS, 
 
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THE COMRADE IIRAVE. 127 
 
 THE COMRADE BRA VE.'' 
 
 In the dusky hour of twiUght, 
 
 When the battle-roar was o'er, 
 Knelt a comrade by the fallen, 
 
 On that awful field of gore ; 
 For to take a message homeward, 
 
 To that far New England clime, 
 Was the duty of that soldier. 
 
 Kneeling there at parting time. 
 
 Many times have these two wander'd 
 
 By the laughing, rippling rill, 
 Gathering then the brightest flowers. 
 
 Growing on the wooded hill ; 
 And in school-days were they ever 
 
 Side by side in studies hard, 
 Both achieving, both pursuing — 
 
 Mast'ring things which did retard. 
 
 Now, and now, when clashing warfare 
 
 Comes with bitter pangs of woe. 
 Must these two be separated? 
 
 One must stay, the other go? 
 Yes, ' tis so : no matter whether 
 
 There are anguish'd hearts or not, 
 Or if tears are flowing freely, — 
 
 On the world a perfect blot ! 
 
128 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Mow the blooming foliage flutters 
 
 In the moving evening breeze ! 
 And the twittering of the wild-birds, 
 
 Since the battle's rude release, 
 And the rushing of the river, 
 
 As it silently glides past. 
 Whisper of the dreadful carnage, 
 
 That they witness'd to the last ! 
 
 Midst this scene of desolation. 
 
 Strew 'd with bodies of the slain. 
 Bends the one above the other, 
 
 For to catch his words of pain: 
 Questions he with loving-kindness, 
 
 " Have you any word to send 
 To your home among the mountains. 
 
 By your boyhood's constant friend 
 
 " Yes," replied the fallen comrade, 
 
 In a feeble, mournful wail, 
 " There are many things to tell you, 
 
 Ere my dying breathings fail : 
 Tell my broken-hearted mother, 
 
 That she need not fret with care. 
 As her brave but fallen Harr}^ 
 
 Fought the lions in their lair; 
 
 " Give a message to my sister. 
 Which you only can with truth, 
 
 And O tell the other fair one. 
 Of my plighted vows in }'Outh; 
 
THE COMRADE BRAVE. 129 
 
 Tell my brother, when you meet him, 
 
 That I wish him fair success 
 On this world's broad field of battle, 
 
 Which he's very sure to press; 
 
 " Tell poor father not to sorrow 
 
 Over what has taken place, 
 Since there's brother, ever willing, 
 
 Who can bless his days with grace." 
 Now he gasps in breathless mis'ry 
 
 For a few more words to say. 
 While he writhes in the receding 
 
 Of his life's but feeble ray. 
 
 All is still, and, but the rushing 
 
 Of the river gliding by. 
 And the moaning of the night-wind. 
 
 As it whispers with a sigh. 
 And there stands a silent watcher 
 
 Looking o'er the battle-field, 
 And the moonlight feebly shining. 
 
 Shows us where the comrade kneel'd 
 But what stillness is there reigning 
 
 On this woeful field of dread, 
 As all Nature's wrapt in silence, — 
 
 For the Comrade Brave is dead ! 
 
,t,i;'% 
 
 
THE OCEAN WyWE. 131 
 
 THE OCEAN WAVE* 
 
 I'VE roam'd beside the lilies fair, 
 
 In forest, glen and glade. 
 Thro ' tangled wild-woods ' misty lair. 
 
 Where beauties seldom fade ; 
 
 And wander 'd by the babbling brook, 
 
 In Summer's dusty heat, 
 And hasten 'd to that cheering nook. 
 
 Where quietness we meet ; 
 
 And later have I climb 'd the steep 
 Of mountains grand and sear, 
 
 Still viewing waters as they leap 
 In ecstasy so dear ! 
 
 But all that show is worthless now. 
 
 Beside yon rolling deep. 
 Who thunders at the rocks that bow 
 
 Before his turbid keep. 
 
 How grand, sublime is Ocean's roar, 
 
 To ears which ever seek 
 His monotone for evermore, 
 
 'Mid pleasures that they reap! 
 
 Behold yon bark of human freight, 
 Still gliding on and on. 
 
132 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 While nearing that Celestlvl gate, 
 Where strife is ever gone ! 
 
 This is the bark of godly fame, 
 Of wonders grand and new. 
 
 Which bears us to that HOLV Name- 
 For God we're trav'ling to. 
 
 Tho ' on that sea do tempests rage, 
 
 More terrible than here. 
 Yet boatmen cross from age to age 
 To that immortal pier. 
 
 So now this is the " OCEAN Wave" 
 Of Canaan's happy shore; 
 
 Beyond the far-receding grave, 
 Where's rest for evermore. 
 
BUNKER HILL. 133 
 
 BUNKER HILL.'' 
 
 Proud Hill of our Banner, 
 
 Thou symbol of war, 
 Which brighter will grow 
 As the years fleet afar, 
 H(nv nobly thou rear'st thine lofty, proud head. 
 In the halo of GlORV that's over thee shed I 
 
 Sweet name of OuR Union, 
 
 Thou blessing of might, 
 The Star of our Coun try. 
 That's brilliant with light. 
 Now see the bright badge of Columbia's great land, 
 That's tow'ring and handsome and mighty and grand 
 
 Dear HiLL of our being. 
 
 Thou mystical name, 
 That's bearing us onward 
 Thro ' cycles of fame I 
 We'll cherish thy mem'ry for ever and aye. 
 And guide all the world to thy Liberty's day I 
 
 Let us look in the past 
 
 On Freedom's proud shore. 
 When Britons held sway, 
 
 And what wrath did out-pour! 
 How growl'd the fierce tyrant in Boston so grand. 
 While America's weak army so bravely did stand 1 1 
 
134 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 How flew the white volleys, 
 
 How flash 'd the bright blade, 
 The din of War's rattle, 
 
 The rush of brigade! 
 Advancing" in line 
 
 With the usual delay, 
 Now retreating the same. 
 
 Was the rule of the day: 
 So grand stood the warriors on Bunker's green crest,t 
 So reluctant to leave when so sorely were prest ! 
 
 All hail to our emblem, 
 
 So stately, so grand. 
 The power and splendor. 
 
 The best of the land I 
 Proud bird of our BANNER, 
 
 So fierce and so true. 
 That sails the clear azure 
 
 In heavens so blue: 
 Thou glancest from ether. 
 
 While coursing thy flight, 
 To see this bright Temple — 
 
 The Temple of Right ! 
 And Freedom shall stand for the Good and the 
 
 Brave, 
 And the Flag of Our Union shall over thee wave I 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEUDING-DAY, 135 
 
 NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY 
 
 Good Neighbor Hodgson had no wife; 
 
 There was the rub in every thing ; 
 'Twas well enough to speak of life, 
 
 To him, of being FarmeR-Kiinc;: 
 But what was joy on lonely farm. 
 
 With all its cares to oft attend, 
 When he had nothing now to warm 
 
 His bosom, and its charms to lend? 
 
 n. 
 
 As he had been a widower 
 
 These couple years of weary toil. 
 With Sorrow, only comforter, 
 
 To solace his unceasing moil: 
 For Lizzie Ann, tho ' temper'd quite, 
 
 Had been recall'd to Heav'n again, 
 To wreak her vengeance and her spite 
 
 On him from a celestial plain. 
 
 HL 
 
 So now resolves he in his mind 
 
 To sever his connections here 
 With her, and seek his mortal kind, 
 
 And leave her in her proper sphere : 
 "What use to mourn her any more? 
 
136 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Let fading Past enwrap its dead ! " 
 Thus thoLiL^ht our swain of many a score, 
 Who now determines to be wed. 
 
 IV. 
 
 So, in the evening, when the chores 
 Had finish 'd been, his frugal meal 
 Was steaming thro' the open doors 
 , Of his lone cottage, cook'd himsel,' — 
 And after it was clear'd away, 
 
 He donn'd his linen, donn'd his hat. 
 And primm'd, and primm'd, until the day 
 Declined while he was thereat ! 
 
 V. 
 
 \\ hen he was ready, next his cane, — 
 
 A limber twig of somber red ; — 
 He locks his dwelling from the train 
 
 Of tramps, requesting to be fed : 
 Tho ' there's no matter for the hogs ; 
 
 Or for the chickens, either, now ; 
 Leave them in care of farmer-dogs ; . 
 
 This business no delay '11 allow. 
 
 VL 
 
 Then off he saunters to the 'S(.)lilRE's,— 
 A happy seat of roses riot, — 
 
 And just the place where LovE inspires 
 The country pleasure, country quiet : 
 
NEKHinOR HODGSON S WEDDIXG-UAY. 
 
 For Love lay in the roguish eyes 
 
 Of ' Squire Burton's youngest girl, — 
 
 Sweet Sall}^ Ann, — the latter vies, — 
 
 The name, — with Hodgson's former pearl 
 
 VII. 
 
 He wanders down a lovely lane. 
 
 Stretching toward the NORTHERN POLE, 
 All 'bower'd with the flowery train 
 
 Which grow near Sally, — fairest soul! 
 His heart begins to flutter, tho,' — 
 
 xA.t what? — He fails to ascertain ; 
 Sure!)' ' tis not that feeding cow 
 
 He's frighten 'd at, or mansion's vane' 
 
 VHI. 
 
 At last he reaches Burton's gate; 
 
 He lifts the latch — he enters in ; 
 What makes it? — the hard pitapat, — 
 
 Which beats all-furious 'neath his chin? 
 He slowly walketh up the path ; 
 
 His steps are lagging — knees are weak: 
 " By George!" he fumeth now in wrath, 
 
 " I must be bolder, or not speak ! " 
 
 IX. 
 
 " How do you do?" bursts from the porch. 
 Forth out of 'Squire Burton's mouth; 
 
 Poor Hodgson's face is like a torch, — 
 Perspiring, — as a summer's drouth: 
 
138 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 He stammers out a weak reply; 
 
 He views the gravels furtively; 
 In vain he dares anon to try 
 
 And ask for " neis:hbor darter" free. 
 
 Good ' Squire Burton talks of much, — 
 
 A jolly-natured-hearted man ; — 
 He speaks of every thing with touch 
 
 Of pleasing earnestness of plan : 
 Still Hodgson is a Stoic tight, — * 
 
 Not bubbling o'er with oily lies, — 
 Only he sees the flitting light 
 
 That's in " the darter's " hazel eyes. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Oh ! blessed are the throes of LovE ! 
 
 How lively do they twist and quirk ! 
 It fills a man with Heav'n above, 
 
 To see an ancient (?) blessings shirk : 
 Truly his cup of gall o'erflows, 
 
 Should any youngster sigh for his : 
 No halves — no shares! — The blooming rose 
 
 Is his, and none shall have his miss! 
 
 XII. 
 
 But Neighbor Hodgson near the end 
 
 Of conversation, blurted out: 
 " O 'Squire Burton, please unbend 
 
 Your will to mine in this, about 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 139 
 
 Yer darter, sir, who is the one 
 
 Arter my own heart o ' hearts ! " 
 ' Tis out. He smoketh like a gun 
 
 Being" discharged with heavy darts ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Good 'Squire Burton jumps in air; 
 
 "Good gracious! what's this ever mean? 
 Well now, ' tis curious, I declare ! 
 
 For Hodgson, always so serene! 
 But" — calling forth his Sally Ann, 
 
 Out of the kitchen, blushing red — 
 " We'll settle this the best we can, 
 
 Since our dear Nefghbor wants to wed ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " What say you to this love-affair, 
 
 O Sally Ann, my precious dove? 
 He's wealthy, and will take you where 
 
 Your nature ever yearns to rove," 
 Sweet Sally Ann — dear Sally Ann, 
 
 Has never now a word to say ; 
 She thinks of boyish, dreaming Dan — 
 
 Oh ! let him go — he doesn't pay ! 
 
 XV. 
 
 Her mind's made up, — she lifts her eyes, — 
 A heaven to our Hodgson's soul! 
 
 " O father, }'ou are only wise, — 
 
 You know the best — so you control ! " 
 
I40 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 " Then take her, Hodgson, son-in-law ; 
 
 For by those rites I hold )'ou now : 
 But O remember Wisdom's saw — 
 
 ' Do all the churning — milk the cow ! ' " 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Our Hodgson turns a deathl)' pale. 
 
 With knowledge that he's woo'd and won 
 He dimly sees the ' SQUIRE hafle. 
 
 With fatty person, thinned crown: 
 As to his trembling, frighten 'd self, 
 
 Thro ' his six feet he feels a quiver; 
 His head, not full of hairy pelf, 
 
 Is very hot — he's all a- shiver! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 An explanation's needed here, 
 
 As to our Hodgson acting so: 
 He always did regard with fear 
 
 The fairer sex, so fairy, oh ! 
 ' Twas so with Lizzie, dead and gone ; 
 
 His heart is brave when they're away: 
 But when anear, O then he's done! 
 
 He trembles at the girlish gay. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 He is unheedful of the 'SguiRE's 
 Profusive saw of Wisdom's voice ; 
 
 He only sees his Sally's wires 
 Of dainty fingers, body's poise; 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAV. 141 
 
 He duly feels her soft caress. 
 
 Which thrills him from his head to feet ; 
 He faintly sees " the darter's" dress; 
 
 He slowly knows that something's sweet. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 With jest and laughter Burton leaves, 
 
 And leaves them in the fading even ; 
 Our Hodgson bitter Past retrieves 
 
 Within this dear, delightful heaven ! 
 They plan of future joys by dozens; 
 
 He means to take her to the cit}', 
 Where are his uncles, aunts, and cousins ; 
 
 She thinks he is so very witty ! 
 
 XX. 
 
 Tho ' there is yet another rub : 
 
 "The wedding-day — when is't to be?" 
 Thus asks the would-be youthful " cub : " 
 
 She doesn't know — they can't agree: 
 He wants it on the next to-morrow ; 
 
 She think'ts too soon — that they can wd'it ; 
 O living joy — O living sorrow ! 
 
 They leave it to the 'S(2Un<.E's date. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Our Neighbor can not brook delay; 
 
 His home is ready for her now ; 
 They go to hear what he will say : 
 
 He's willing that to-morrow '11 do: 
 
142 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 " For., Sally Ann, his things will rot. 
 Unless he's there to give them care; 
 
 And go without you he will not: 
 So 'tis the best — do not despair!" 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Now Burton's wife comes on the scene, — 
 
 A buxom dame with standing collar, — 
 She thinks they're right, with brow serene, 
 
 (While thinking of the mighty dollar): 
 Yet to the license, how are they? 
 
 " O well," the ' SQUIRE sayeth quick, 
 " You're off to town most any way, 
 
 And you can get them very slick." 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 So finally they thus arrange: 
 
 They're all to go into the city, — 
 A county town, — where many range 
 
 From marriage to the stony ditty: 
 Then they can tie the living knot. 
 
 And see the sights that country folk 
 Know nothing of; and so they plot. 
 
 Till chimes the latest hour's stroke. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Our Neighbor here prepares to go; 
 
 He quits the parlor and his girl ; 
 She sees him to the open doo ;' 
 
 How light begins his cane to twirl ! 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY, 
 
 A kiss, and's over. Hodgson moves 
 Toward his farm and lonely house; 
 
 He's full of Faerae Queenes and loves.f 
 Whether they're still, or dare carouse! 
 
 XXV. 
 
 He hardly sleeps throughout the night. 
 
 In seeing his dear Sally Ann ; 
 In dreams (O dreams!) the grayish wight. 
 
 With her, is happy as a Pan : 
 What recks he of the growing world. 
 
 With joy and bliss so nearly own'd ? 
 He lets it pass, if it is curl'd 
 
 Beneath his nose that's Hymen-toned. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 O break, O MORN, of marriage-state; 
 
 Break o'er the land and booming see ; 
 Herald the dawn to these a-mate, 
 
 Who 'wait thy sun impatiently; 
 Waft, rosy breezes, on the wind ; 
 
 Make scented all the atmosphere; 
 As Love and Age are always blind, 
 
 Not knowing what is sweet and clear! 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Lo ! soon he rises from his bed ! 
 
 He .seeth that the things are right ; 
 The horses, chickens, all, are fed ; 
 
 And leaves them in a neighbor's sight: 
 
 143 
 
144 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 He walketh to the Burton-place, 
 
 And findeth Sally's fixed her- 
 Self grandly for the coming chase 
 
 Within the cars and city-stir. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 What need to mention fixings great, 
 
 With groom, and bride of daint)- hue? 
 The bride is up to modern date; 
 
 While groom is half-and-half, in lieu. 
 They start upon the morning-train ; 
 
 Our swain has ne'er been here before; 
 He watches thro' the window-pane 
 
 For dangers that might happen sore. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 All's well, as railroads barely are; 
 
 What matter if some railings slip? 
 The hair arises on a par 
 
 With hat and Fashion's collar-tip: 
 " By golly, Sally Ann, should this 
 
 ' Ere train be run frum off the track ! 
 Wliar would we land with speed, I wis? 
 
 O my ! I wish thet we was back I " 
 
 XXX. 
 
 "Tush! tush!" says Burton unto him: 
 
 " Don't fill your soul with seeming trouble! 
 
 We'll safely anchor life and limb 
 Within the cit)''s perils double: 
 
NEIGHBOR I1()I)(;S()X S \VEI)I)IN(;-DAV. 145 
 
 As scores of ones are cruising 'round, 
 To lure th ' unwary in their power." 
 
 The other has this view, and's bound 
 To shun these villains from that hour. 
 
 XXXI. • 
 
 Thus over bridges, crossings — on 
 
 They speed, with locomotive swingeing; 
 It smokes and roars, until it's won 
 
 The city on the landscape tingeing; 
 The spires and domes arise in air ; 
 
 Our Hodgson's eyes are full of wonder: 
 " Good airth and heaven, ain't it fair ! " 
 
 He 'jaculates with breathings under. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 His Sally Ann thus makes reply: 
 
 " Look there, O Hodgson — over there I 
 See all those iron plates awry 
 
 Upon that house of funny air!" 
 He looks, and sees a mansion grand, — 
 
 Imagines this, the COUNTRY Jake I — J; 
 It is a jail, or "cooler," and — 
 
 He knows no answer for to make. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 At this the depot's on the spot ; 
 
 Conductor's busy with the folks; 
 Our Hodgson thinks a happy lot 
 
 Must be this man's among the " blokes." — ■ 
 
1^6 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 They're left amid the city's din ; 
 
 The cars are steaming on their way ; 
 A ' bus is gotten, and therein 
 
 Our people haste without delay. 
 
 •XXXIV. 
 
 The 'S(^UIRE guides them to a place 
 
 That's indicated on a card 
 Of Hodgson's only living race, 
 
 Who do reside in pop'lar ward ; 
 They reach their destination soon ; 
 
 They're usher 'd in a parlor fine: 
 How the apartment bears the tone 
 
 Of Aristocracv divine! 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 O then the turmoil when they meet, — 
 
 The nephew, aunts, and cousins dear, — 
 Which makes the room with noise replete. 
 
 Like snapping bugs and caps — the peer 
 " O Hodgson," crieth loudly one, 
 
 "Why didn't you prepare us to 
 Receive you, so we could have gone 
 
 And fitted up in style for you ! " 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 " O never mind, my noble a'nt I 
 
 The things is neat enough, yer know ; 
 
 These nice accommodations da'nt 
 No soul with Sally Ann below: 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 147 
 
 She's truly rose an ' summer-flower ; 
 
 How do yer like her, any way? 
 Ain't ' Mrs. Hodgson ' blessed dower 
 
 An ' fittin ' title fur the fay ? 
 
 XXXVH. 
 
 "Yes, yes! " they cry within a breath: 
 
 " And, Hodgson, always treat her well ; 
 She's awful delicate, and death 
 
 May take her off; as who can tell? 
 For Lizzie Ann was delicate — " 
 
 Our Farmer chances now to see 
 Something around the ancient grate 
 
 He doesn't understand so free. 
 
 XXXVHI. 
 
 He turneth pale — he yelleth out: 
 
 " O a'nt an ' cousins, looker there ! 
 What is them things thet be without 
 
 A stitch o ' clothin ' — naked — bare ! 
 O Lor,' I guess it's Lizzie Ann, 
 
 Kum down with angels fur ter thrash 
 An ' harass me on marriage an ' — 
 
 All things is goin ' now ter smash ! " 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 He endeth in a dismal howl ; 
 
 His face is livid as a flame ; 
 From wrinkled brow to chattering jowl 
 
 The sweat is pouring ; and the dame. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Who strives to smother his sad fright, 
 Is water'd plentifully with it : 
 
 O moment fraught with keen delight, 
 When olden widowers get hit I 
 
 XL. 
 
 He's calm'd, when shown what they are,— 
 
 A lot of statues by the wall, — 
 He thanks his bridal's natal-star — 
 
 What cowards conscience makes of all I 
 "Now," says a cousin, "free }'ourselves, 
 . And be at home about the place." 
 " O hurry up the marriage-elves ! " 
 Chatters a parrot with a grace. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 " ' Tis but our Poll}' speaking gay." 
 
 " O yes I I've heerd o ' sich a thing; 
 An' ain't it wonderful thet they 
 
 Kin holler out instid o' sing?" 
 The cousin gives the rustic right ; 
 
 She hurries him away to get. 
 With Burton, (lacking license trite), 
 
 The instrument that's wanting yet. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 They now proceed unto a court, — 
 A place where many acts are done, — 
 
 They soon obtain, with process short, 
 The one of all beneath the sun: 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 149 
 
 But now, alas! the ' Squire's call'd 
 To fill engagement with a debtor;- 
 
 He leaveth Hodgson well-install'd 
 
 Within the court-house like a " setter." 
 
 XLHI. 
 
 An hour passes. Hodgson b'lieves 
 
 His cake's unleaven'd — in the dough; 
 His brooding fancy soon perceives 
 
 The lowering of some pending woe : 
 "Why doesn't 'SQUIRE hurry up?" 
 
 Is the refrain he "hankers" for: 
 " O hang it — hurry — hurry up ! " 
 
 He mutters on with feelings tore. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 " Well, bless my heart ! here is a friend I 
 
 When did you get into the city? 
 And how's the fam'ly? Come, and lend 
 
 Your arm in walking." More's the pity! 
 " Why ! do yer know me ? " " Yes, indeed ! " 
 
 " Know 'Scjuire Burton, fat an ' jolly? " 
 " I know all of your family's seed, 
 
 Burton, and their wisdom, folly! " 
 
 XLV. 
 
 " My name's not Burton, bless yer gizzard! 
 
 It's Hodgson — Farmer-King, ther says." 
 " O come along, you lengthy lizard ! 
 
 1 know it's Hodgson, up-a-ways!" 
 
150 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 " Ikit hev yer saw the 'S(,)LURE lately?" 
 " I have. He's waiting for you there.' 
 
 " Why kums he not fur groom so stately 
 " He's business, and he sent me here." 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 " Ikit what he sed the time he left — 
 
 I don't remember ' xactly what." 
 The other handles him so deft. 
 
 He gets him from the crowded spot : 
 " He couldn't come, O Hodgson sweet ! 
 
 He was delay 'd by creditor — 
 Some old confounded cuss that's great 
 
 On gab and gossip — perfect bore!" 
 
 XLVH. 
 
 He taketh Hodgson thro' the streets — 
 
 (Poor victim to the wiles and wa)'s 
 Of city-life and indiscreets) — 
 
 And guides him onward in a daze: 
 Still forward — forward is the word ! 
 
 Until they get outside the crowd, 
 i\nd enter alleys where there herd 
 
 The miserables of Want endow 'd. 
 
 XLVH I. 
 
 He leadeth to an under-room 
 
 Beneath the pavement, like a cellar, — 
 
 This man of friendship to the groom, — 
 And to a counter — whiskv-teller: 
 
NE1G1I1U)R HODGSON'S WEDDING-UAY. 15 
 
 " O gracious! whar is 'Squire Burton? 
 
 An ' all the rest— whar air them all?" 
 " O hush, my darling, duck, and button ! " 
 
 Chorus the bummers in a bawl. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 " Come ! fill them up ! " commands the man ; 
 
 Our Farmer stares in blank amaze ; 
 He wonders how a mortal can 
 
 Demand of others "in this ways." 
 It's handed out,— a brimming glass, — 
 
 Another,— and he's tender 'd one: 
 He drinketh freely of " the sass " 
 
 Prepared for the future fun. 
 
 "Come! let us play a seven-up, 
 
 Or euchre," said he, wicked-rife: 
 " My stars!" and flinging down the cup, 
 
 " I've never play'd in all my life! 
 Why, keerds is not my usual bother; 
 
 The plowin,' hossin ' is my like!" 
 " Listen to daddy," yells the other, 
 
 "And see him wfiggle like a pike! " 
 
 LI. 
 
 He coaxes Hodgson to a table ; 
 
 They play for pastime and the fun ; 
 At once the things are growing sable 
 
 Before his eyes — a sable dun ; 
 
152 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Then in the end he coaxes hnn 
 To play a i^ame for monc}\ oh I 
 
 Our Farmer has a "Fietv" trim— 
 The yield of butter, eggs so low ! 
 
 LII. 
 
 He's feeling reckless, — losing fast, — 
 
 His dimes and dollars find a stranger; 
 The stakes are passing to the past ; 
 
 He dreameth of no gaming danger: 
 Yet still more reckless is he growing ; 
 
 His mind is cloudy — sense is numb; 
 To th ■ land of Somnus is he going ;S 
 
 He noddeth — yawneth,— then is dumb! 
 
 LHI. 
 
 His arms drop down beside his body; 
 
 His body drops upon the floor; 
 The playing-cards and steaming "toddy," 
 
 They had, are flying — scatter'd o'er 
 The room, as "keels" our Hodgson over. 
 
 Sending the table with the rest: 
 The other staggers up, to hover 
 
 Above the Farmer quaintly dress'd. 
 
 LIV. 
 
 He rifles all his pockets, when 
 
 He gets their contents — dollars few ; 
 
 He gathers up the things, and then 
 Bids Neighbor Hodgson long adieu : 
 
XEIGHP.OR HODGSON'S WEDDTXG-DAV. 15; 
 
 But he (our Hodgson) snoreth on; 
 
 The other "rowdies" m the den 
 Seeming unheedful of that done 
 
 By one of their degraded men. 
 
 LV. 
 
 Still Hodgson snoreth on the floor, 
 
 In noisome dust, tobacco juice, 
 And stench of stomachs in uproar, 
 
 Which now and then is turned loose. 
 To find a lodgment near the sleeper: 
 
 Ah, Hodgson, how the pure can fall! 
 (^nce thine own bosom wast the keeper 
 
 Of Innocence and Virtues all! 
 
 LVI. 
 
 And now, alas! — (He's sleeping soundly.) 
 
 Thou'rt bad as ever bad can be! 
 Thou'lt equal— (Hear him snorting roundly!) 
 
 The bummer, soon, on nightly spree! 
 From bad to worse — 'tis but a step! 
 
 We shut our eyes and only pray 
 That angels will their vigils keep 
 
 And guide thee to a better day! 
 
 Lvn. 
 
 For hours laid our Hodgson there, 
 
 Midst dirt and laughter and the fumes 
 
 Offensive to the senses — air 
 
 Most fetid in such horrid rooms, — 
 
154 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 When, near the ev'ning, there were signs 
 Of his returning Ufe and vigor: 
 
 He moveth — turneth — snoreth — whines !— 
 Then jerks a leg with might)- rigor ! 
 
 LVIII. 
 
 He starts — he wakes! — his eyes are starin; 
 
 About the walls and ceiling drear; 
 He scrambles to his feet, appearing 
 
 Most abject in his sudden fear: 
 He realizes where he is : 
 
 He waits not for his friend or hat ; 
 He rushes to the door. A miss 
 
 Is coming in. Who cares for that? 
 
 LIX. 
 
 He sees her not, — a bad collision ! 
 
 She screams and falls ; he stoppeth not ; 
 He hears the cursing and derision. 
 
 Which follow him, from every sot: 
 Right on he goes away from danger ; 
 
 He's reeling — falling !— On he goes ! 
 He reaches now a street and stranger 
 
 Adventures in the city's woes. 
 
 LX. 
 
 He totters on the stony pavement ; 
 
 He grabs a lamp-post standing nigh: 
 He's wailing in his dire bereavement, 
 
 " O save me, Jesus, air I die! 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DvVV. 155 
 
 Save Thine own humble sarvent now ! 
 
 O lead me to my frien's once more! 
 An' rain Tnv cusses, mighty TllOU, 
 
 Upon the ones who fool'd me sore!" 
 
 LXI. 
 
 He howls, he raves, he stamps, he swears, 
 
 A perfect madman in his fright : 
 Ikit here an officer appears 
 
 And collars him with all his might ; 
 Another comes to help the first ; 
 
 A lively skirmish now have they : 
 " By Ned ! " says one, " this is the worst 
 
 Old bum I've seen for many a day!" 
 
 LXII. 
 
 They hustle him toward the station; 
 
 A crowd has gather'd by this time : 
 With kick, and cuff, and imprecation. 
 
 They get him forward to the chime 
 Of hoots and shouts and maledictions: 
 
 A bedlam, thrilling to the soul ! 
 Anon they to their own convictions 
 
 Proclaim they " have a felon foul ! " 
 
 LXIII. 
 
 They near the station-house too soon — 
 The house of "iron plates awry," 
 
 In which our swain ne'er dreamt to own 
 A lodging in its walls so high ! 
 
t56 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 He's bolted, lock'd behind a grate, 
 And left reflecting in his mind 
 
 The sad, sad ending of his fate. 
 And of the ones he left behind. 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 O horrors! what a fearful night 
 
 With rats and mice and spooks, ma)- be I 
 He dreadeth that he'll catch a sight 
 
 Of goblin, where his eye can see: 
 He wishes he was dead — in Heavex, 
 
 Where all the troubled are at peace: 
 Then mutters things that the forgiven 
 
 Ne'er labor for with Death's release. 
 
 LXV. 
 
 O blessed MORNING, hurry on 
 
 To lighten every corner here : 
 Dethrone this shady TwiLiCHT wan, 
 
 And bring thy greater lustre clear: 
 Roll back the glittering orbs of NlcilIT 
 
 With thine resplendent ball of fire ; 
 Strike courage in this wavering wight, 
 
 B)' shining on each wall and spire ! 
 
 LXVI. 
 
 He is relieved when day returns ; 
 
 But soon regrets it ever did: 
 As comes the bailiff, and he learns, 
 
 In bitter sorrow, that he's bid 
 
NEIGHBOR IinncSON'S WEDDING-DAV. 157 
 
 To take him into court for trial ; 
 
 Our Farmer's limbs are nimble now; 
 He'd rather sweat for hours the while, — 
 
 Than sojourn here, — behind a plow. 
 
 LXVII. 
 
 The Judge thus greets him from the bench: 
 
 " Pris'ner, what say you for yourself? 
 Speak quickly, 'and your plea retrench, 
 
 Since we are busy." Woe's the elf! 
 Our hero then relates his woe 
 
 Among the thieves and robbers bad ; 
 They look incredulous, and go 
 
 To sound the wonders of the "lad." 
 
 LXVIIL 
 
 They do not know the thing to do 
 
 About the pris'ner in the box: 
 But in the end they let him go, 
 
 Which saveth him from pounding rocks. 
 He's led from out the laughing court, 
 
 With swagg'ring step and "flee in ear: " 
 " O what would Sally Ann, of Burt., 
 
 Think of my standing now, the dear! " 
 
 LXIX. 
 
 " Say, needy brother, where's your home?" 
 Inquires a stranger at his shoulder; 
 
 Our Neigiip.or turns to answer some 
 Questions of this, his new beholder: 
 
158 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 " Siir, Hodgson's home is on the farm, 
 Away from city toils and badness I " 
 
 "Just as I thought. You meant no harm 
 In this debauchery with its sadness. 
 
 LXX. 
 
 " O come with me, and I will give 
 
 You Ri(;ilT and Justice in the scale; 
 Come, join our Temp'RAN'CE BaM), and live 
 
 A better life in VIRTUE'S pale." 
 He guides him to the city's part, 
 
 That looketh clean, and neat, and nice; 
 He meeteth others, who, with art. 
 
 Ennoble farmers in his eyes. 
 
 LXXI. 
 
 " Now there! you looketh like a man. 
 
 And not a drunken, bloated sot ! 
 I'll write your pledges in the van 
 
 Of many drinkers ' of your lot." 
 In finer clothes than erst he'd worn. 
 
 He strutteth to the Temp'raxce stand: 
 How scores of names he saw that morn. 
 
 Convince him of the blighted land I 
 
 LXXH. 
 
 They leave him then with fond adieu. 
 To waiteth there 'till they get back: 
 
 They've matters which need tending to, 
 Ere they can put him on the track 
 
Neighbor hodcson s wEdding-dav. 
 
 Of friends and relati\es so near 
 
 And yet so far away: a sigh 
 Escapes liim now as falls a tear 
 
 At this delay, anxiet}-. 
 
 LXXIII. 
 
 With this there enter maidens fair, 
 
 Who're jolly in their spirits young; 
 He is entranced with graces rare. 
 
 Which make his temperament unstrung 
 A closer look : he is aghast : 
 
 " 'Tis Sally Ann, by thunder, now !" 
 With his garrulity, and vast. 
 
 He walketh to her, with a bow: 
 
 LXXIV. 
 
 " Hey, Sally Ann ! how is yer health, 
 
 My purty, purty leetl'e gal ! 
 Come ter the arms o' lovin ' w^ealth. 
 
 An ' be my only leetle Sal ! 
 We've plenty on this worldly tide, 
 
 With lots o ' frien's a-thrown in ! " 
 The maiden blushes — bona-fidc ? — 
 
 And then his fortune tries to win. 
 
 LXXV. 
 
 "Yes, Uncle Farmer, I am well; 
 
 I see your health is very fair; 
 Where are you stopping? Pray, O tell! 
 
 She ventures with a comic air. 
 
 f59 
 
i6o MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 " Right blessin's on my leetlc love I 
 I've been so enturtain'd o' late, 
 
 I couldn't git a\va)% my dove," 
 He canteth at a furious rate. 
 
 LXXVI. 
 
 A signal from the " purty gal," 
 
 Causes the others to retire 
 Behind a curtain, where they all 
 
 Are tittering at the am'rous sire: 
 He sayeth all the naughty things 
 
 That an)' lover's ever said ; 
 He dotes upon her hands and rings. 
 
 And person, from her feet to head. 
 
 LXXVH. 
 
 " O what a glorious time we'll have 
 
 In livin' all them years tergetherl " 
 He breaketh forth in joyous stave; 
 
 Then kisses her, — the hoary wether I 
 But, suddenly rememb'ring they 
 
 Should married be, in their engagement, 
 He starteth forth without delay. 
 
 And leaveth her in hot enragement. 
 
 LXXVH I. 
 
 " What does the dastard ever mean. 
 All after ' spooning' actions fine. 
 
 In thus deserting me, I ween. 
 
 When just I thought he was a-line? 
 
NEi(;iii;()R iioi)c;s()N's weddinci-dav. 
 
 ' Tis more than mortal can withstand; 
 
 And then he's t^old to back his love I " 
 She seeks her comrades, who haci plann'd 
 
 A hasty wedding with the "cove." 
 
 LXXIX. 
 
 " O woncier! where's the lover gone?" 
 
 They hollow in a quizzing breath, 
 As they retire, one by one, 
 
 From the apartment Temp'ranck hath: 
 She neither knows nor even cares ; 
 
 'Tis like the bawling Murphyites: i 
 They gather up these empty wares 
 
 Of " sotted, loony blatherskites ! " 
 
 LXXX. 
 
 But let us on his errand blind 
 
 Follow our Hodgson to the Ceerk's, 
 Who dealeth out such things, and kind, 
 
 To thousands on the Marriage-WORKS: 
 He e'en imagines that he might 
 
 Obtain another license-writ, 
 And so he wendeth in the right 
 
 Direction for regaining it. 
 
 LXXXI. 
 
 So on : but in a corner turning. 
 He meets a person face to face; 
 
 The former's slowly in discerning 
 The latter in his muddled craze: 
 
1 62 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 "Why! — this is Burton as I live!" 
 Cries the astounded country-swain: 
 
 "Yes!" grimly says the 'S(>UIRE, "I've 
 Been hunting you a day in vain I 
 
 LXXXII. 
 
 " Why did you, dearest son, go out 
 
 Among the God-forsaken crew?" 
 Our Farmer telleth all about 
 
 His day's adventures with ado: 
 'Tis satisfactory to the " St^UlRE : 
 
 Return they to the Ribbonites, — * * 
 Our Neighbor Hodgson's main desire 
 
 Being his Sally-Ann delights. 
 
 Lxxxni. 
 
 They enter in a hurried manner; 
 
 His lovely girl is waiting yet ; 
 "We've got the needed license, Anner!" 
 
 Shouts he (the lover) to his pet : 
 But, saddest sounds of all the earth! 
 
 What maketh them so awful clear? 
 The Farmer's stricken in his mirth, 
 
 And quaking with an inward fear! 
 
 LXXXIV. 
 
 A voice begins to tell them all 
 
 Of Hodgson's recent courtship broke: 
 
 The words are pouring from the wall. 
 In just the phrases that he spoke: 
 
NEIGlIliOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 163 
 
 Our Neighbor can not stand this more; 
 
 'Tis more than an)' mortal can: 
 He shrieks and rushes to the door 
 
 From the bewilder'd woman, man. 
 
 LXXXV. 
 
 The a;raphone has done it " brown ; " f f 
 
 The 'Squire followeth the Farmer; 
 Pell-mell along the streets up-town, 
 
 He flieth from the deed-alarmer: 
 The people are in greatest wonder: 
 
 " Two Forty's ! " yelled in the fun : ]. I 
 "Say, taketh I^lue Glass when you're under 
 
 A stiffne.'- 
 
 LXXXVL 
 
 With this, an officer stops Hodgson ; 
 
 He's sweating like a racing horse ; 
 The 'Squire gets there nigh undone, 
 
 And coaxes him to do no worse: 
 The)' then retrace their stei:)s to Sally — 
 
 The girl of truest 'wilderment, — 
 Our Burton urging him to rally 
 
 The thoughts within him that are spent. 
 
 LXXXVH. 
 
 But still there is another thing 
 
 Which puzzles Hodgson to the heart : 
 
 His dearest Sally Ann doth fling 
 His proffer'd tenderness apart: 
 
1 64 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 She's stubborn in the worst extreme: 
 She wants uivestigating done 
 
 In every action that doth seem 
 Defective in the other one. 
 
 LXXXVIII. 
 
 She says she wants a council named, — 
 
 Committee of investigation, — 
 Something alike the Potter famed, |1 1| 
 
 In session in this mighty NATION: — 
 She wants it hunting every flaw, 
 
 Concerning Hodgson's lover-acts. 
 While in a Madame Restell's claw ; — i 
 
 And she is bound to have the facts! 
 
 LXXXIX. 
 
 Now here our FARMER'S saved again 
 
 By him, the partner of his life: 
 Upsteps our Burton to the twain, 
 
 And pleads and argues in the strife: 
 Yet Sally Ann is proof against 
 
 The intercessions for his sake ; 
 Not doubtful of the case condensed. 
 
 Till where she findeth its mistake. 
 
 XC. 
 
 The 'S(^UIKE goeth to explain 
 
 How Hodgson came to make his love 
 
 To one who in his fancy \'ain 
 
 Look'd like his Sally—" lovely dove! " 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 165 
 
 " She wenteth forth ere you came in ! " 
 The champion speaketh with his might : 
 
 " And why should daughter for the sin, 
 Set up a Mrs. Jenks to sight?" 2 
 
 XCI. 
 
 This is enough, — they turn to go, — 
 
 The ' Squire homeward heading them ; 
 Our swain has but a thought or two. 
 
 And which are — " Marriage" — and — ahem ! 
 They reach the place in safety, 
 
 None speaking of the a^raphone: 
 Let Edison's invention be, 
 
 With all its wondrous undertone! 
 
 XCII. 
 
 What recketh he, this hoary chap? 
 
 Let worlds and wonders onward fly ! 
 Let the occasion, the mishap. 
 
 Be nothing to the By-and-By, — 
 When Love shall be the ruler fine, 
 
 Beneath some bluest Eden-sky : 
 And the Sublimity enshrine 
 
 All sects and creeds in Cupid's eye! 3 
 
 XCIIL 
 
 Our hero's welcomed at the home 
 
 Of aunts and cousins cheerfully: 
 They cry together, " Hodgson, come. 
 
 And tell us all about it free! " 
 
1 66 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Again he speaketh quickly of 
 His troubles and his miseries, 
 
 While he was but a villain's scoff, 
 Who kept him from his blessed ties. 
 
 XCIV. 
 
 When he has finish'd, then the bride 
 
 Is dressed in her very best ; 
 The parlor's open'd and supplied 
 
 With every comfort that a guest 
 Might wish to feast his eyes upon ; 
 
 The minister is now on time ; 
 While chandeliers in splendor soon 
 
 Are imitating SUMMER'S clime. 
 
 xcv. 
 
 The bride and groom are on the floor ; 
 
 Slow is the rector's quavering tone: 
 What fancy gospel is the bore 
 
 To one who hates a lazy drone? 
 Sure, the Episcopalians have 
 
 Unbounded patience in the main. 
 To listen to a sermon grave, 
 
 When Passion's firing all the brain ! 
 
 XCVI. 
 
 O moment of supernal bliss ! 
 
 'Tis ended — ended — suddenly! 
 The husband taketh up to kiss 
 
 The wife of bosom in his glee : 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 167 
 
 The guests and relatives then greet 
 The happy pair with wishes bright, 
 
 And give them presents, which are meet 
 For this eventful wedding-night. 
 
 XCVII. 
 
 Now comes the dinner-supper grand, 
 
 That's steaming on the table — food 
 Enticing Hodgson's own demand. 
 
 Who'd never seen a meal so good : 
 It is Delmonico's superb 14 
 
 The turkey, roast and dainties rare. 
 Are blending with the mandate-verb, 
 
 " Go eat and drink the dishes there ! " 
 
 XCVIII. 
 
 The Farmer's in his element ; 
 
 He soon forgetteth all — the whole: 
 His mind and faculties are bent 
 
 Within the brimming, flowing bowl: 
 What cares he for the orange-flowers 
 
 Upon his darling's little head? 
 Take off their perfume! It e'er sours 
 
 The being in him that is wed ! 
 
 XCIX. 
 
 The day is passing in the rout, — 
 
 Confusion in the very air, — 
 The stately mansion, — in, without, — 
 
 From basement to the upper stair, — 
 
1 68 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 And thro' the night it keeps the same; 
 
 Let old Belshazzar be outvied ;5 
 Or " splurge " of Eighty Lord and dame, 6 
 
 In splendor, when they were allied. 
 
 C. 
 
 Upsprings the D AY-GOD in the heavens, 
 
 And findeth Hodgson on a spree: 
 This breaker of his pledge unleavens 
 
 Drew's Ribbonites ' quality 17 
 His Sally Ann is also full 
 
 Of the deranging liquid's woe. 
 That gives to her ideas dull 
 
 A lover's joy in Mexico. 8 
 
 CL 
 
 Still the inebriant riot runs 
 
 To mid-day at the silent noon, 
 When they collapse, — these temp'rance(?) onej: 
 
 Into a soft and sluggish swoon: 
 They sleep until the shades of even 
 
 Are mantling every hill and vale. 
 And then the bars of sense are riven 
 
 From stolid brows and faces pale. 
 
 CII. 
 
 They are ashamed of what they've done; 
 
 They fear if anybody'll tell ; 
 They quickly chastity put on. 
 
 So nice it is for talk to quell ! 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON*S WEDDING-DAY. 169 
 
 The country friends are now in haste 
 
 To get away from city snares, 
 Where rackets do the body waste 
 
 In many Bacchanalian cares. 
 
 cm. 
 
 That evening they are bound for home ; 
 
 They're tired of the world's annoy: 
 Our Farmer sweareth ne'er to roam 
 
 Again in Satan's black employ: 
 He's jubilant they're homeward going; 
 
 This also pleases Sally Ann ; 
 While Burton, on the future glowing, 
 
 Tells how to be a " family man ! " 
 
 CIV. 
 
 He telleth Hodgson to rebell. 
 
 Should any child desire to see 
 The city, that's a perfect hell. 
 
 When it is yet around his knee: 
 Thus he can quell its longing vain. 
 
 By the rehearsal of his brief 
 Career amCng the robber-train. 
 
 Who lure the innocent to grief. 
 
 CV. 
 
 It " settles" well with Hodgson old ; 
 
 He voweth faithfully he will : 
 They now are gliding o'er the wold 
 
 They recognize, as Burton's still. 
 
170 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 The engine puffeth to the station ; 
 
 They step upon the landing small : 
 It's a relief from dissipation, 
 
 To see the hamlet's quiet mall. 
 
 CVI. 
 
 They "pick" their way unto the farm, 
 
 Where Burton's lived many )'ears: 
 But there's another one to charm 
 
 Our couple when the day appears : 
 His Sally Ann doth bundle her 
 
 Effects together in a hurry. 
 For Hodgson's kicking up a stir. 
 
 In his uneasy, fretful worry. 
 
 CVII. 
 
 He wants to see his lonely place. 
 
 And witness every thing that's done: 
 So they depart ^vithin a chaise 
 
 For Hodgson's acres, hardly won: 
 They soon arrive upon the spot ; 
 
 The husband welcomes home his bride: 
 They enter now upon their lot 
 
 As farmers, on their tillage wide. 
 
 CVIII. 
 
 Yet O the change — the striking change ! 
 
 Two planets soon are in collision ; 
 This is the time that optics strange 
 
 Observe the planetary mission : 
 
NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 17 1 
 
 The Mars is worsted, and he grieves 
 For other scenes and other climes ; 
 
 While Venus soareth and relieves 
 The Warrior Mars of goodly dimes. 
 
 CIX. 
 
 The place has never been disturb "d ; 
 
 The neighbor yieldeth up to him : 
 But — Sally Ann with will uncurb'd, 
 
 Tells him at once to hire " slim ;" 
 While she demandeth many hands, — 
 
 Servants to her in various needs, — 
 She makes the husband rake his lands 
 
 For money for her slightest heeds. 
 
 ex. 
 
 He soweth, tilleth all the time: 
 
 " Now, Hodgson, money ! " cries the wife; 
 And on he worketh to the chime 
 
 Thro ' all his blear'd and blister'd life ; 
 And onward is the saving whirl, 
 
 Until he dieth " on the make: " 
 The moral, — never wed a girl 
 
 Who'd marry you for money's sake! 
 
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A THANKSGIVING ODE. 173 
 
 A THANKSGIVING ODE. 
 
 NOVEMBER 28, 1878. 
 
 Praise to the God of Harvest ! 
 
 Let anthems ring ! 
 And now the one that starvest, 
 Should quickly bring 
 His wants to Him, 
 Who seest all of every thing 
 
 Of earth and sea thro ' ages dim, 
 And prayest for the life that He 
 
 Engrafted on his weary soul, 
 For necessaries for to be 
 
 Preserved to Him of loving dole. 
 
 O look about upon the earth — 
 
 Christ's very own ! 
 And view the husbandry that worth 
 Has magnified thro' fear and dearth. 
 When fire, scourge and murrain-blight 
 Threaten'd the people in their night, 
 Now smiling on the threshing-floor 
 To noble Ceres evermore ! * 
 
 O let the tone 
 Of this Tc Dcinn ode arise. 
 Mounting to God within the skies, 
 In thankfulness for MERCY'S meed, 
 With store and basket fiU'd indeed! 
 
74 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Yes ; pilgrims on the bleak highway, 
 Praise the ALMIGHTY night and day, 
 
 So that His faith will ne'er be broken 
 In Maint's warm promises ahva}', 
 
 And He will for our words outspoken. 
 
 Give heed unto our great distress ; 
 Yes ! lead the strain of loud thanksgiving. 
 Ye thoughtless that are counted living, 
 
 While yet ' tis day to find redress, — 
 For Plenty in the teeming field, 
 Rank in cluster, fair to yield. 
 Rubies from the glowing mine. 
 Dark in lustre and beslime, 
 Treasures of the ocean-deep, 
 Sweeping o'er his castle-keep, 
 Gems of Tiioutarr from busy brain, 
 Heaping up its toiling main. 
 Nectar from the vineyard there. 
 Greeting with a mystic air. 
 Clothing from the woolly fold, 
 On the high and windy wold, 
 And the Eastern factories. 
 Rich in colors for to please, — 
 For the sailor's briny store, 
 From the ancients' storied shore. 
 Lumber from our forests grand. 
 Thro ' the rivers of our land. 
 Stone for masonry from quarries. 
 Where the blasting daily harries 
 All the air with thunder-tones. 
 Riving out the heavy stones, 
 
A THANKSGIVING ODE. 175 
 
 Meat from grunting porkers great, 
 And the cattle of their fate, 
 Raih-oads and the telegraph. 
 Swifter than the flying chaff 
 'Fore the wind on threshing-day. 
 Bearing men and news away. 
 Bright Intelligence of looks 
 Peering thro ' the handsome books ; 
 All of Beau TV eveiywhere, 
 First of station for to dare 
 Evil deeds and evil crimes, 
 For Thy Justice hard betimes. 
 Standing to the RiGHT for ever, 
 On Life's rapid, tidal river. 
 Till the mighty JUDGMENT- Day 
 Rollest stones from graves away ! 
 O, we're thankful for Thy gifts, 
 That each fellow still uplifts 
 Upward in the cause of God, 
 Heav'nward on the thorny road, 
 For Thy bounties all around. 
 Sky and sea and teeming ground. 
 Speedy blessings, wise denials, 
 Joys and sorrows and the trials 
 Fitting men for realms above. 
 Where are PEACE, and JOY, and Love! 
 
 But ah! now listen to the mournful strain, 
 Ascending from a vaunted GOVERNMENT ; 
 
 And list ! O hearken to the sad refrain 
 Of Poverty in all its mis'ry pent! 
 
176 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Just God ! why should this wicked thing e'er be? 
 
 Why men are barter'd in the DEVIL'S mart? 
 
 Dost think a mortal hath no beating heart, 
 
 Or beating, that it feels no poison 'd dart? 
 Why toiUng millions are so wantonly 
 
 Placed in the power of the haughty few, — 
 
 The cunning devotees of Mammon's art, — 
 And subjugated in a country free? 
 Did captive Israel, while in Goshen's land,t 
 
 Endure oppression from such bagatelles? 
 
 Did suffering victims to a Carthage, too, 
 E'er suffer greater at a Moloch's hand? J 
 For this is HUNGER, — raging HUNGER, — gnawing 
 
 The breathing vitals, which a death foretells. 
 And soon the victim, as the victor's drawing 
 
 His darkness round him, bids the world farewells: 
 As these are gripes that can not be abated. 
 
 Till they're appeased with BREAD'S delicious force: 
 But when denied the fruits of earth, created 
 
 For man, he then becomes a ghastly corse. 
 Cease, thou repiner! 'Tis no Famine's land. 
 For Plenty's smiling on our either hand ; 
 The field and vineyard have produced more 
 Than all we need upon this troubled shore; 
 The Yankee factories are laden down 
 With goods and sundries in each Lowell-town: 
 And they are sinking for our surplus fair, 
 While we are needy for the clothing there: 
 And every spot beneath our longing eyes. 
 Gives note of Industry and Wealth's emprise. — 
 What is the cause of this wide-spread distraction, 
 
A THANKSGIVING QUE. 177 
 
 Throughout our NATION, once so bright, serene? 
 It is, O Lord, a National Debt, Contraction, 
 
 Upon our COMMERCE — on our homes a lien! 
 Save us, O Savior, from this rabid rout, 
 
 Us, and our children, and our COUNTRY dear! 
 
 Let National sins and National Debts not sear 
 Our all before thee, O Protector stout ! 
 We've sinn'd as one, but O forgive us, LORD ! 
 
 Take, take away Thy sad affliction's rod ! 
 
 Purge us from Envy, Pride, and brooding Spleen, 
 
 And fold us after in thine arms, O God ! 
 Give us Prosperity thro ' this. Thy Word ! 
 
 Altho' our actions have most wayward been. 
 Since we, in blindness, have a wrath incurr'd. 
 
 By wanton folly and a sloth's excess, 
 In years agone, in living quietly 
 
 Without a murmur 'gainst the lustfulness 
 
 Of villains drunk in giant Greed's caress! 
 Yet O redeem us from their perfidy, 
 And guide us o'er this governmental sea; 
 Let Thy just dealing soon for ever reign, 
 And strike this evil from our NATIONAL train ! 
 With Money's power join'd to Labor's strength. 
 Soon, soon will rise Columbia's pride at length ! 
 Then Liberty our Union will enhance 
 With her Equality, without mere perchance 
 Of a Fraternity, — that's Trio's glance! 
 
 Then shall work the enginery. 
 
 Bellows and machinery, 
 
 Tools and LABOR keeping time, 
 
178 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Over these broad acres free, 
 
 To their glorious enterprise, — 
 
 While the working-men are loud 
 
 Chanting measures in their grime. 
 
 To the blessedness of living 
 
 'Neath our FLAG and FEDERAL Union, 
 
 When *' Protection " means the giving 
 
 Of Content and Labor's prize, 
 
 To the sovereigns now avow'd: 
 
 List the chorus — " No disunion ! " 
 
 Sounding from our patriot Maine 
 
 To the broad Pacific's surges, 
 
 From the farm and work-shop ringing, 
 
 From the fact'ry, school upspringing. 
 
 From the father and the mother, 
 
 From the sister, from the brother, 
 
 Blending with the loud refrain 
 
 From the statesman, as he urges 
 
 Men to higher deeds in life, 
 
 With his eloquence supernal, 
 
 Teaching usefulness eternal 
 
 To a people Freedom knows: 
 
 Hear the gladness — see the pleasures 
 
 That our GOVERNMENT allows, 
 
 Not alone to men of treasures, 
 
 But inviting all to come, 
 
 Sharing in the gleeful strife, 
 
 P"ull of equal beauties rife! 
 
 With no legal, state religions. 
 
 As an Anglican or Roman, 
 
 But a perfectness of freedom, 
 
A THANKSGIVING ODE. 
 
 179 
 
 Worshipping where Christ will heed 'em. 
 With such times and country no man 
 Could e'er feel himself dejected, 
 But be honor'd and respected 
 By the ones of foreign regions. 
 Give us work, O vaunting minions, 
 Boasting of your golden pinions, 
 Saying that the poor are lazy. 
 When their work has given out: 
 Try us, with your fortunes mazy, — 
 Spending money for the labor 
 Needed all the country over. 
 That you grasp and hoard about; 
 Thereby starving then your neighbor. 
 Poorer than his canting lover. 
 Trusting, trusting in thy bounty, 
 Jesus, may each State and County 
 Swell the numbers for the party 
 That canst give us aid and peace. 
 When the President for 'Eighty 
 Comes before the burden'd people, 
 Vowing, as a Lord's disciple. 
 Death to Wrong in language hearty: 
 Help us, Father, with this weighty. 
 Mighty question that's before us. 
 Which will serve 'to bring us ease 
 In the days soon flitting o'er us: 
 So, while in these wildernesses. 
 Let us give TlIEE homage, due TlIEE, 
 As each day that, smiling, blesses, 
 Speeds away into the By-GONE, 
 
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 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 That our prayers, ascending to TllEE, 
 In the reahn of Jov and BEAUTY, 
 Will be heeded there alone. 
 
MEET ME IN THE LANE. i8i 
 
 MEET ME IN THE LANE. 
 
 The pleasant ev'ning cometh, 
 
 The starry twilight's here, 
 Nor bird nor bee now roameth 
 
 In its bright, Httle sphere. 
 All things in drowsy slumber. 
 
 Save Nature's, rest again, 
 While on I haste to number 
 
 One lover in the Lane. 
 
 {Refrain.) Meet me in the Laxe, love ! 
 
 Starry are thine eyes. 
 Dewy are thy lips, dove, 
 
 In their ruby dyes: 
 Golden hair, and dimpled cheek 
 
 Blushing love, 'tis plain. 
 Bid me oft thy form to seek 
 
 In the flower 'd Lane. 
 
 The beauteous roses hover * 
 
 Upon my eager course, 
 As tho ' they wish'd the lover, 
 
 Like them, the Passions' force: 
 Like them, the force of charming. 
 
 Like them, a soothing strain 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 In rosy breathings, warming 
 Our feelings in the Lane. 
 
 {Refrain.) 
 
 Pure, gentle, and so holy. 
 
 They teach us how to love, 
 Whether in rank, and lowly. 
 
 Or in the walks above ; 
 No matter in what mission 
 
 We're sent to 'bide the earth, 
 They teach us a condition — '- 
 
 Simplicity and Worth. 
 
 {Refrain.) 
 
 O roses, gay and tender. 
 
 Please deck our love-link"d chain 
 With happiness — surrender 
 
 Your love-light to us twain ; 
 O make our lives a blessing 
 
 In sunshine and in rain ; 
 And grant us love unceasing. 
 
 For meeting in your Lane. 
 
 {Refrain.) 
 
THE STRIPE AND STAR. 183 
 
 THE STRIPE AND STAR. 
 
 Unfurl our Banner in the skies, 
 
 Ye sons of noble sires. 
 Who fought to place her where there flies 
 
 Her /Egis o'er your fires ;'^' 
 For them she guards, for ye she wafts 
 
 Her brilHant folds on high. 
 To shield us from the deadly shafts 
 Of grinding TYRANNY. 
 Then fling her colors out. 
 Amidst the cannon-jar, 
 With trumpet-note and freeman- shout, 
 To hail thee. Stripe and S'I\\r ! 
 
 For ever float that soaring FLAG, — 
 
 Proud ensign of the air, — 
 With her own eagle of the crag. 
 
 As free as he is there ! 
 O may they never know that blight, 
 
 Which waited on the ones 
 Of Roman climes and Roman might, f 
 In Liberty's bright suns! 
 Instead, lay down your lives. 
 
 Ye warriors muscular. 
 To keep her where her power thrives — 
 Bold Freedom's Stripe and Star 
 
1 84 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
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 Yes ! let those words a watch-word be, 
 
 'Gamst foul Intrusion's sway, 
 A living signal. Liberty ! 
 To fight for thee to-day : 
 Ay! never let those thrilling words 
 
 Be boasts and vain conceits, 
 The war of braggarts — not of swords, — 
 A mass of indiscreets : 
 But show our enemies 
 
 We mean our wordy war, 
 Fighting for thee on lands and seas — 
 Tor thee, brave Stripe AND STAR ! 
 
 Then up, ye weary sons of toil — 
 
 Up — up, ye men of wealth ! 
 See ye no danger and turmoil 
 
 Now creeping on by stealth? 
 See none of rancor antl dismay — 
 
 Divisions in the land ? 
 A human sacrifice and prey 
 Unto some monarch's wand: 
 If not, pray heed our call, 
 
 And see how evil are 
 Your actions thus to brothers all, 
 Beneath the STRIPE AND Star ! 
 
 Rouse, sturdy hand and busy brain — 
 Rouse, Freemen oe the West — 
 
 Rouse — while 'tis not too late to strain 
 Your bonds from off your breast ! 
 
 Oh ! hurl this Hydra to the earth. 
 
THE STRIPE AND STAR. " 185 
 
 That wish'st to bind ye fast ; 
 For love ye not your place of birth, 
 Whose freedom may be past ? 
 Then rouse ye to this cry, 
 
 O heroes, near and far. 
 And thunder " Union " thro ' the sky. 
 For Freedom's Stripe and Star! 
 
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O BRYANT. 187 
 
 O BRYANT. 
 
 O Bryant! and art thou gone? 
 
 And is our minstrel dead? 
 And left us mourning sad alone 
 
 Thy mem'r)' o'er th)^ bed? 
 
 Are thy grand harpings o'er, 
 In Freedom's perils grim, 
 
 Causing the land with deeds to roar. 
 When sounds th}- battle-hymn?* 
 
 And not the least of these. 
 Thy noble harpings strike 
 
 No more sweet NATURE'S melodies, 
 Now solemn for thy like? 
 
 No more shalt she delight 
 
 A poet's lyre, as thine. 
 Who valued each and every sight 
 
 She had of God divine? 
 
 No more of these thou sing'st ; 
 
 Thine ag^d race is stopt ; 
 While now to thee a note I bring'st, 
 
 When thine own sceptre's dropt. 
 
 Yea! noble Br^^ant, thou, 
 To thee I tune my lyre. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Tho' little are my powers now, 
 Yet thou It accept them, SiRE — f 
 
 As didst thou when alive, 
 When sons of POESY camej 
 
 To their old.POET'S busy hive, 
 And ask'd his aid to fame. 
 
 And didst thou e'er refuse 
 
 Such importunity? 
 No, Bryant; thine most comely muse 
 
 Forbade this thing to be. 
 
 Thou helped in distress ; 
 
 Thou often didst advise: 
 So thine own portion's none the less 
 
 For helping men to rise. 
 
 O blest is the reward 
 For Christian Charity: 
 
 And blessed be in Heav'n our Bard, 
 For heeding BOUNTY'S plea; 
 
 And glorious are his works, 
 
 Since in them is he seen : 
 The excellence, where never lurks 
 
 A thought or lesson mean. 
 
 He lives in realms above; 
 
 His body's resting late; 
 His life and labors we approve, 
 
 And love to contemplate ; 
 
O BRYANT. 
 
 As they are good and pure,— 
 No blemish marking them ; 
 
 And they will in his Heavex sure 
 Be his main diadem. 
 
 For true's the story old, 
 That what we here commit 
 
 Shall be condemn'd or be extoU'd, 
 As it is bad or fit. 
 
 O happy state of man — 
 The poet's deathless crown ! 
 
 To live for ever in the van 
 Of Earth and Heaven's own ; 
 
 And so attune our lyres 
 To Inspiration's note, 
 
 That earthly and angelic choirs 
 May sing what we have wrote ! § 
 
 O rare affinity ! 
 
 O minstrel's living life! 
 Thro' Time and thro' Eternity 
 
 Thou know'st no other strife! 
 
 Then let thy casket be, 
 Thy spirit's wended home. 
 
 But still its intonations free 
 Are in this goodly tome. 
 
 Thou dwellest here for e'er. 
 Within its pages fine. 
 
190 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 The mighty rhythm, — stately, fair,— 
 In every cheerful line. 
 
 But not alone thy parts 
 We praise, and are desired. 
 
 But thou art written on our hearts 
 As Man — and Man's admired. 
 
 Thus, mourning o'er thy bier. 
 
 The Death of F/oi.'crs, behold ! || 
 
 Save that it is the elder's here. 
 Instead of girlish mold. 
 
 Say, didst thou when reclined 
 Within the deathly arms. 
 
 Recall thy TJimiatos to mind,"^'* 
 And all its many charms? 
 
 The consolations sweet ; 
 The high philosoph)- ; 
 
 Teaching at once the world too fleet- 
 How live, and how to die I 
 
 I wot thou gavest up 
 Thy body's prison-bars 
 
 With rapture, for the happy group 
 And Soiif^ beyond the Stag's ! f f 
 
 Here, thou hast acted well ; 
 
 There, thou wilt findeth ease: 
 So acting, that whate'er befell, 
 
 Thine end wast perfect peace. 
 
O BRYANT. 191 
 
 And when th}' summons came 
 
 To join the caravan, 
 Which moves to that mysterious name — 
 
 The halls of death so wan : 
 
 Thou, not as quarry-slave, 
 
 Scourged to his dungeon's night, 
 
 Approach'd thy solitary grave 
 In an unfalt'ring light ; 
 
 Wrapping the drapery of th)' couch 
 
 About thee, as it seems, 
 In a tranquility of touch, 
 
 And lay in pleasant dreams. 
 
 " So liye ! " — commandment high I — 
 
 In goodness with all men, 
 That when TllE Fa'L'HER calls thee nigh, 
 
 Thou'rt sinless in His ken. 
 
 What gracious words are these! 
 
 What admonitions great ! 
 Heralding our LORD'S decrees 
 
 In His most awful state! 
 
 And what are fitter than 
 
 These words for epitaph 
 For our own Bryant's deeds to man 
 
 And Virtue's broken staff? 
 
 They will remain for aye ; 
 Such good can never fade: 
 
192 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 A meet inscription o'er his clay, 
 On marble lasting made. 
 
 Then raise the column vast, 
 
 O rear the monument 
 To Bryant's memory, amass'd 
 
 As Honor's gloried vent. 
 
 Thou, Scholar, Chrlstlvn, Bard, 
 
 Historian, Editor, 
 Who'd every (Quality toward 
 
 Nobility's grand store 
 
 Of Sister Graces, sweet ; 
 
 That Greatness of the Mind ; 
 That Patriotism and complete 
 
 Enlightenment behind : 
 
 " So live," as ages roll 
 Their cycles o'er thy bed, 
 
 O Bryant ! while thy SPIRIT'S soul 
 Hath sought its Fountain-Head ! 
 
OUR FALLEN BRAVE ' 193 
 
 OUR FALLEN BRA VE. 
 
 List ! — Hark to the drummer again ! 
 
 Once more doth he cometh today; 
 But now 'tis the herald of death and of pain, 
 
 Contracted in mortal affray. — 
 Why brayest, thou bugle of war? 
 
 No tone of thy music is heard 
 By those that are dwelling away and afar, 
 
 From all of thy din for them stirr'd : 
 Nor drum and nor trumpet can quicken their ear: 
 They're dead to the world with its blandishments 
 dear! 
 
 And yet, we are forced to begin 
 
 Our tribute in mem'ry of ye, 
 In token of rev'rence and sorrow that in 
 
 The battle ye fell for to free 
 Our homes in the NORTH from the horde 
 
 Of traitors in waiting to slay 
 Our Nation, disrupted by fire and sword, 
 
 And 'danger'd to foreign array; 
 To have and to hold her as FREEMEN'S birthright, 
 Ye gave your owai lives in the perilous fight ! 
 
 On many a field in the South, 
 
 In many a horrid lagoon. 
 In many a wild and torrent and drouth. 
 
194 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Ye struggled for Vrtorv's boon 
 
 Not cherishing it for the name, 
 
 A sordid deUght for the brave: 
 But something that's grander ye perish 'd to claim — 
 
 A Nation — a People— to save! 
 Ah! what is more famous in annals sublime? 
 A Theseus-legion 'gainst miserable crime!* 
 
 The fields of the War do attest 
 
 How well ye acquitted yourselves: 
 Bull Run stands aghast, in her livery drest, 
 
 With skulls and with bones by the twelves : 
 There's where the first heroes did fall ; f 
 
 There's where did they lives consecrate 
 To Union and Countrv, in awful Death's pall, 
 
 Both private, commander, in fate: 
 Distinction's not offer 'd: all served the same: 
 Hail one as the other with suitable fame! 
 
 Then there is the Se\ EN Days ' FiGHT,t 
 
 Sad complement following thee. 
 With sundry-encounters, all redd'ning the sight, 
 
 Full-fraught with the terrible sea 
 Of blood and of ruin most dire ; 
 
 Manslaughter and hideous woe; 
 When ruthless guerrillas, in all of their ire, 
 
 Broke forth from the pitiless foe : 
 A picture of trouble, of loss, and of blight. 
 Ne'er broke on a nation before in such might ! 
 
 Yet still did our heroes in blood 
 Rush unto the enemy fierce, 
 
OUR KAl,LEN BRAVE. 
 
 195 
 
 Trusting their cause in the hands of their God, 
 Well knowing such righteousness cheers: 
 
 So onward they struggled apace, 
 Still keeping their eyes on the blaze 
 
 Of Liberty's Star in the Heavens of Grace, 
 Now bright, and now dim in the maze 
 
 Of error, defeat, and of victory hard ; — 
 
 Still God, in His mercy, did over us guard! 
 
 Then foul in the region of Death, 
 
 Did Shiloh her terrors uprear,§ 
 With clashing of arms and the shriek of the wraith 
 
 That Mars loveth ever to hear: 
 They hurl'd on our armies their hail; 
 
 They shrank them with ravages fell ; 
 They sank to the earth ; but O never did fail 
 
 Our warriors at sound of the knell; 
 At call o' the tocsin they answer 'd with men, 
 To show the Confed 'rates our qualities then I 
 
 Tho ' are the dark rages of Hate 
 
 Now quench 'd with this great hecatomb? 
 Must still the hot embers of bosoms irate 
 
 Be fed with more men in their doom ? 
 ' Tis patent to all of the land 
 
 The War must be waged to the end, 
 The South will not hearken to Wisdom's demand, 
 
 The North standeth here to defend: 
 One's stubborn ; the other is willing to die 
 For Union, for Freedom, for Washington's tie! 
 
196 MISCELLANEOUS, 
 
 Once more does there thunder a tide 
 
 Of men and of horses abreast, 
 Where famous Chantilly, in AuTUMN descried, || 
 
 Uplifts her red, bloody crest ; 
 Again does she echoes awake, 
 
 As Shiloh's are dying away. 
 Of loathsome Rebellion, in all of her make. 
 
 Of death and disorderly sway ; — 
 A lesson to nations to nevermore break 
 A government good for some ciemagogue's sake ! 
 
 Now scarce are the thunderings hush'd, 
 
 When giant An tie tarn assumes** 
 Her spectacle dyed, as our heroes are rush'd 
 
 En masse thro ' the bullets and bombs ; 
 She still is in misery heap'd. 
 
 When rolleth another beside. 
 At Fredericksburg, all shockingly stecp'dff 
 
 In blood and in tears horrified ; 
 And Chancellorsville can infallibly show X X 
 How, after, our armies were stricken down low ! 
 
 Yet hist! are those bowlings no more? 
 
 Me-seems I can hear them again ! 
 They're accents of murder, of riot, of gore. 
 
 That break on my spirit, my brain ! 
 The deeds of the men of the NORTH ; 
 
 Discharge of the cannons and arms ; 
 The sabre and bay'net are now sending forth 
 
 Their strokes in their c^litterincj charms: 
 
OUR FALLEN BRAVE. 197 
 
 Now Strife's Gettysburg is e'en seeming to come 
 Before mine own vision with fife and with drum ! § § 
 
 And all of the darkest cat'logue, 
 
 Catastrophe, quarrels, regret. 
 That ended the battles, and verily clog 
 
 The State in their bickerings yet : 
 Forgot be the cause of the War ; 
 
 Forget we were enemies e'er: 
 Let North and let South in fraternity bar 
 
 Their bosoms from hate and declare 
 For UNLfY, Friendship, and Harmony, Peace, 
 Which, as we grow older, let ever increase! 
 
 Ye suffer'd without a complaint ; 
 
 Then why should wc grumble and jar? 
 Ye sacrificed all in these struggles, attaint 
 
 With life-blood and many a scar : 
 All's past in the years that are gone; 
 
 But History telleth it now : 
 Then smother the by-gones with loving alone ; 
 
 Be brothers in deed and in vow ! — 
 O beautiful UNION, when brothers agree 
 Within this bright LAND and the Home of the 
 Free! 
 
 So here will we solemnly deck 
 
 The graves of our heroes, in faith, 
 
 Who fought on the fields for the foemen to check- 
 In madness their doings of wrath ; 
 
 While here ye are resting in balm, 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 We're strewing the flowers and leaves 
 Upon your cold dwellings in silence and calm. 
 
 As tributes that Valor receives ; 
 And wreathing with garlands the slabs and the 
 
 graves, 
 Our spirits are chanting inaudible staves: 
 
 " Here rest, O ye dwellers in DEATH ! 
 
 Sleep on, O ye fallen in fields! 
 Till God in Hls power shall raise ye from ' neath 
 
 Your cov'ring which blissfulness yields ! 
 Dwell on in your secrecy here ! 
 
 None know of your quietness still ! 
 Rest on, till the crashing and groan of the sphere 
 
 Shall bid ye arise at His will! 
 Till He of the Righteous in glory shall ' rise. 
 And, Bride of the Morning, to sweep thro' 
 the skies ! " 
 
 Then, honor'd and servants of God ! 
 • Arise and partake of the Feast 
 Prepared for the saints and the martyrs ' abode, 
 
 Who live in the SoN OF THE East ! 
 And with them shall many be found 
 
 That dared for their country to bleed. 
 Who'll certainly join in the glorified round, 
 
 In praise of the SAVIOR, their meed: 
 When rapture, unbroken, shall VICTORY have 
 O'er these of OuR Fallen— Americans '—Brave ! 
 
FRAGMENTS. 199 
 
 FRAGMENTS^ 
 
 No North, no South, no East, no West 
 
 But undivided SHORE ; 
 One Flag, one Land we love the best — 
 
 One Nation, evermore ! 
 
 Shall the people e'er be free, mother, shall the people e'er 
 be free. 
 
 From this grim and grinding bondage, in this TEMPLE OF 
 Liberty ? 
 
 Shall they ever see the opening of a brighter age, new- 
 born, 
 
 That will usher in great JUSTICE — grand FREEDOM'S 
 jjlorious morn? 
 
 Heap on your high oppressions, 
 Ye favor'd, while ye can: 
 
 There comes a day to herald' 
 The Universal Man! 
 
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QUATRAINS. 2 
 
 QUATRAINS. 
 
 TO A POET. 
 
 Before thy Pegasus hath fame * 
 Thou'rt look'd upon as but a fool: 
 
 Yet after Glory's crown 'd thy name, 
 Thou'rt greatest in old Wisdom's school 
 
 ON A CRITIC. 
 
 A CRITIC has no pen I fear ; 
 
 His roar and rant are made of fustian, 
 And like the rocket's, hurtling near. 
 
 Are manufactured for combustion. 
 
 THE POLITICIAN. 
 
 The politician is a man 
 
 That's always scheming for himself; 
 He'd lead the Devil's caravan. 
 
 Could he thus gain a little pelf. 
 
 A THOUGHT. 
 
 One act of mercy towards our fellow-man 
 
 Is more of worth than all the churches' creeds; 
 
 As blind BELIEF is but a charlatan, 
 
 Compared to Charity's ennobling deeds. 
 

NOTES. 203 
 
 NOTES. 
 
 LORD HEALEY. 
 
 * Page 10.— Tuisco. 
 
 The Teutonic God of War. 
 
 t Page 10 — Kemseau games. 
 
 Nemsea, anciently the name of a deep and well-watered valley of Argolis, in 
 the Peloponnesus, between Cleonse and Phlius. It lies north and south, and is 
 from two to three miles long, and more than half a mile' broad. It possessed a 
 sacred grove, with a magnificent temple of Zeus, and was celebrated for the games 
 called the Nemaan games, which took place four times in two Olympiads in an 
 adjacent woodv valley. This was one of the great national festivals of the 
 Greeks, and, according to one legend, was founded by the seven princes who were 
 combined against Thebes ; according to another, by Hercules after his victory over 
 the Nemsean Lion. The games consisted partly of exercises of bodily skill and 
 strength— such as chariot-racing, quoit-throwing, wrestling, running in armor, 
 horse-racing, boxing, throwing the spear, and archery, and partly of musical and 
 poetical competitions. The prize was originally a crown of parsley. We have 
 eleven odes by Pindar in honor of victors in the Nemsean games.— CAa/nftisr*' 
 Encyclopcedia. 
 
 THE MEETING. 
 
 * Page 14—'- Lord Healey, with a cold reply," etc. 
 
 Mistrust of Sir Gerald must have actuated Lord Healey in thus coolly treating 
 an ardent admirer of him, and thereby turning a devoted adherent, through cha- 
 grin, into an inveterate enemy. It is oue of those strange anomalies of life, where 
 we are unfortunate in construing the kind advances of another for some unfriendly 
 scheme against us upon his part. 
 
 t Page 15—" King Eric hath his troops enroU'd," etc. 
 
 In this declaration Sir Gerald divulges to Lord Healey some valuable informa- 
 tion, which the latter rejects with scorn. Had he not allowed his unaccountable 
 prejudice toward the former overridden his judgment, he would most certainly 
 have acted otherwise. 
 
 X Page 16—" Adieu ! and hasten swiftly back," etc. 
 
 Here Healey gives Sir Gerald no other alternative but to return to the court of 
 King Eric, where he might enlist in the enemy's ranks. Believing him to be a vil- 
 lain as well as a spy, he argued that the king's forces were more suitable for him 
 to join than those of Healey Towers. Further developments will show how hasty 
 and fallacious were Healey' s predilections in this respect. 
 
 I) Page 16— "To join the gay and brilliant rout," etc. 
 
 Thus Healey, by his strange antipathy and choler, has changed a friend into a 
 foe. 
 
204 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 THE CORTEGE. 
 
 * Page 30— "When Hercules and Achilles." 
 
 Hercules and Achilles were two ancient Greek heroes. The former, also called 
 Alcides, after his grandfather Alcaeus, son of Perseus, was the son of Zeus and 
 Alcmene, and was the ideal of human perfection, as conceived in the heroic ages, 
 having the greatest strength connected with every high quality of mind and char- 
 acter which these ages recognized. He was a na'tive of Thehes in Bceotia. After 
 performing many miraculous labors, —such as slaying lions, centaurs, etc.,— he was 
 transported to heaven from Mount (Eta, where he married Hebe and became a 
 god. Festivals were celebrated in honor of Hercules, at which his exploits were 
 sung.— Achilles, the hero of Homer's IliafI, was the son of King Peleus and Thetis, 
 a sea-goddess, belonging to a line descended from Jove. Tradition tells us that he 
 was dipped into the river Styx by his mother, and was made invuluerable, except 
 in the heel, by which he was held during the process: hence "the heel of Achilles" 
 became a proverbial phrase to denote any vulnerable point in a man's character. 
 In the Trojan war he commanded flfty vessels, manned by his followers, the Myr- 
 midons. Agamemnon, in taking away the beautiful Briesis from Achilles, insulted 
 him, and he remained sullen and inactive in his camp during a great portion of 
 the time in the campaign against Troy; until his friend, Patroclus, having been 
 slain by Hector, a Trojan prince, he aroused himself and, turning the scale of fight 
 in favor of his countrymen, slew Hector, whose body he dragged into the Grecian 
 camp at the wheels of his chariot. He was finally slain by Paris, a brother of 
 Hector, in the temple of Apollo ; or, as other traditions have it, by Apollo himself 
 disguised as Paris. Achilles and Patroclus were buried together on the Prom- 
 ontory of Sigeum. 
 
 HEALET TOWERS. 
 
 * Page 35— "When the cold. Medusa tyrant," etc. 
 
 Medusa was a fabled monster that turned all who looked upon her into stone. 
 
 + Page 37— "I am old, and therefore weaken'd," etc. 
 
 It may, perhaps, seem strange to a casual reader to hear Cecil make such a 
 statement as the above, when he had just declared that he would "throttle Eric or 
 his cursed brood" should they come within his reach; but when we reflect that 
 what a ruler does through the help of his retainers he usually considers that he 
 does himself, this contrariety of language can be easily understood. 
 
 THE CAMP. 
 
 * Page 40— Mars. 
 
 The God or War. Mars is a contraction of Mavers or Mavors, and in the Oscan 
 or Sabine language, Mamers, being the name of an ancient Italian divinity, who 
 was identified by the Grecising Romans with the Thracian-Hellenic Ares. The 
 Roman Mars, as a war-god, was surnamed Gradivus— the great god, and he also 
 bore the surname of Silvanus, appearing, by this, to have been originally an agri- 
 cultural deity, as pi'opitiatory offerings were presented to him as the guardian of 
 herds and flocks; but he was gradually transformed by the martial Romans from a 
 peaceful deity into the cruel and relentless God op War. Mars was ranked next 
 to Jupiter by the Romans, and was one of the three tutelarv divinities of their 
 city. In fact, he was said to be the father of Romulus himself. The wolf and the 
 horse were sacred to him. The Campus Martins of ancient Rome, where athletic 
 and military exercises were held, was named after him; as was also the month of 
 March ahe first month of the Roman year) and the planet Mars, from its red appear- 
 ance in the heavens.— Ares, the Greek god of war, was the son of Zeus and Hera, 
 and the favorite of Aphrodite, by whom he had several children. His sister Eris 
 (Strife), sons and companions, Deimos (Hobrob) and Phobus (Feab) always ac- 
 companied him to battle. He was not as generally worshipped in Greece as he was 
 in Thrace, the country of his supposed origin. There, as in Scythia, were his great 
 seats, and there it was believed that he had his chief home. 
 
NOTES. 205 
 
 t Page 41— ApoUyon. 
 
 Apollyon is considered to be the Evii, One— or, in other words, his satanic 
 majesty, the Devil. 
 
 i Page 41— Lethe. 
 
 Lethe, in the mythology of the Greeks, was the stream of forgetf ulness in the 
 lower world, from which souls drank before passing into the Elysian Fields, that 
 they might lose all recollection of earthly sorrows. 
 
 § Page 43— Neptune. 
 
 The God of the Ocean. He was called Neptune by the Italians and Poseidon 
 by the Greeks. According to Herodotus, he was of Libyan origin. The Isthmian 
 games were celebrated in his honor. Black and white bulls, boars and rams were 
 offered in sacrifice to him. He was commonly represented with a trident, and with 
 horses and dolphins, often aloug with Amphitrite, in a chariot drawn by dolphins, 
 and surrounded by tritons and other sea-monsters. 
 
 II Page 44— Maro. 
 
 Publius Virgilius Maro, who is better known to us moderns as Virgil, the 
 author of the ^neid and the (ieorgics- was. after Homer, the greatest poet of antiq- 
 uity. He was born on the 15th of October, 70 B. C, (during the consulship of 
 Crassus and Pompey). at Andes, a village in Italy near Mantua; hence he is poet- 
 ically called the .'Siaiitnaii IkikI. Maro was liberally educated, and, through his 
 influential patrons, (.iijoyci the highest luxuries and the friendship of tlie greatest 
 men of the Roman cnili/.aiioii of his time. Endowed with wonderful gifts of 
 mind, his writings have been held up by succeeding ages as models of scholarship, 
 elegance and genius. The G^orgic^, his most polished production, relates to agri- 
 cultural pursuits; while his famous epic, the ^neid, narrates the adventures of 
 .iEneas, a Trojan prince, after the fall of Troy. Maro, or Virgil, died in the 52d 
 year of his age, 19 B. C. After his death he was held for many centuries in rever- 
 ential awe by the multitude. 
 
 A MORNING COMBAT. 
 
 * Page 47— " Thessalian growths of Britain's isle." 
 
 Thessaly, the largest division of ancient Greece, was noted at a very early 
 period for its fine and extensive woodlands. The Vale of Tempe was situated in 
 the northeast thereof and was its only outlet, as Thessaly was one large valley, 
 hemmed in by mountains. 
 
 t Page 47— "Told in The Seasons" etc. 
 
 James Thomson, author of The Seasons, was born in Scotland in 1700. His 
 fame rests chiefly upon this poem, which is one of the most delightful as well as 
 one of the most magnificent pastoral effusions in the language. 
 
 J Page 47— "Or Tennyson's descriptive word." 
 
 Alfred (now Baron) Tennyson, poet-laureate of England, is certainly one of 
 the finest word-painters the world has ever seen. 
 
 § Page 47—" Couch'd in a Tupper's." 
 
 Notwithstanding the unfavorable comments of the critics upon this poet, he 
 Is, nevertheless, a very gifted, scholarly and powerful writer of verse, being the 
 author of a number of brilliant and soul-stirring lyrics and ballads. However 
 indifferent his writings may appear in the eye of a critic, the public seems to 
 appreciate them, as Mr. Tupper has sold more books than any other one man liv- 
 ing, one of his volumes (Proverbial Fhilosophy) having reached its fortieth edition. 
 Mr. Tupper has died since the above was written, aged 79 years. 
 
 II Page 49— Atum. 
 
 Atum was the god of the setting sun of the ancient Egyptians. 
 
2o6 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 * * Page 50— Caledonia. 
 
 The poetical name of Scotland, as bestowed upon it by the Romans. 
 
 tt Page 52— "The Typhoon's hurling might." 
 
 Typhoons are violent storms that are prevalent on the coasts of Tonquin and 
 China, and which extend as far north as Ningpo and the southeast coasts of Japan. 
 
 KRIC COURT. 
 
 * Page 54— Augusta. 
 
 London, the metropolis of the British Empire, wa's called Augusta by the 
 Romans. 
 
 t Page 54— Hottentot. 
 
 The Hottentots are a singular race of people, who are supposed to be descend- 
 ants of the aborigines of Southern Africa, and are now dwelling for the most part 
 in and about the English settlements of the Cape of Good Hope. As a race the 
 Hottentots are akin to the Mongolians. They have been very wild and savage. 
 
 J Page 56—" ' O Sire,' went on the man." 
 
 In the ages of feudalism Sire, as applied in this case, was the common ex- 
 pression of a subject when addressing his monarch. It denoted humility and rev- 
 erence, such as might be expected from an inferior toward his superior in life. 
 
 § Page 57—" An Alpine avalanche of earth and snow." 
 
 Avalanches are those huge masses of snow or ice, mixed with earth, that 
 become detached from their places and slide or roll down the declivities of high 
 mountains, spreading ruin and devastation in their path. 
 
 1! Page 58—" Like Alexander when far Payuim-ward." 
 
 Paynim is a word that designates a heathen or pagan, and more especially as 
 here used, an infidel of the East; referring also to the expedition of Alexander 
 the Great into Asia for conquest. 
 
 ** Page 59— "Of great Allah to veil the future," etc. 
 
 Allah (" the worthy to be adored") is the Mohammedan name for the one God 
 —Jehovah. 
 
 THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 
 
 * Page 59. 
 
 The Cheviot Hills consist of a mountain range occupying contiguous parts of 
 Northumberland and Roxburgh couuties, on the English and Scotch borders, and 
 run thirty-five miles from near the junction of the Till and Tweed, in the north- 
 east, to the sources of the Liddell in the southwest. Many bloody contests between 
 the Scotch and English have been waged here during the period of the Border 
 forays. 
 
 t Page 59— "By this Janus, caitiff king." 
 
 Janus and Jana were two very old Latin divinities, male and female, whose 
 names are merely diflrerent forms of Dtanus (probably the Sun) and Diana or 
 Luna (the Moon.) Janus was held in high esteem by the Romans, who invoked 
 his blessing in every undertaking, even before that of Jupiter, who was unques- 
 tionably the greatest of the Romau gods. According to tradition, Janus was the 
 oldest of the Italian divinities. He is represented with a sceptre in his right hand 
 and a key in his left, sitting on a beaming throne, and having two faces, from 
 which circumstance is derived the expression applied to deceitful persons, "Janus- 
 faced." One of the faces was youthful, the other aged; one looking forward, the 
 other backward. His temple at Rome was only closed during times of peace, which 
 occurred but thrice in 700 years. 
 
NOTES. 207 
 
 i Page 64—" Out of Shene, that olden town." 
 Sheue, Scheen or Sheen, was the ancient name of Richmond, a town of Surrey, 
 ten miles west-southwest of London, and stands partly on Richmond Hill and 
 partly on the right bank of the Thames. It was given its present name by Henry 
 VII., "who named it after his own earldom. It has often been a royal residence of 
 the English sovereigns since the time of Henry I., and here it was where Edward 
 III., Henry VII. and Elizabeth died. 
 
 IN THE MARSH. 
 
 * Page 65— "As Kolob rises In the east." 
 Kolob is the Mormon God op Day. 
 
 + Page 66—" Romish Csesar, when their coast," etc. 
 
 Julius Caesar invaded Britain in the years 54 and 55 B. C, but made no perma- 
 nent conquests. He merely wished to chastise the Britains for aiding the Vencti, 
 a tribe in Gaul, whom he was endeavoring to subdue. 
 
 i Page 67— "Of Ruin's threateu'd Baalbek." 
 
 Baalbek is the name of a ruined city in the ancient Coele-Syria, and signifies 
 the "City of Baal," after the sun-god, which name was, during the Seleucide 
 dynasty, converted by the Greeks into Heliopolis. The early history of Baalbek is 
 shrouded in darkness. 
 
 § Page 68—" When Ciesar cross'd the Rubicon." 
 
 The Rubicon was a small stream dividing Caesar's provinces from Italy Proper, 
 the crossing of which decided many important events thereafter. Hence the ex- 
 pression, "Crossing the Rubicon," means the hazarding or decision of anything 
 liable to happen in the future. Some educated persons think that this move on 
 Caesar's part was a blessing in disguise for Learning and the Arts, which was 
 certainly the forerunner of the Augustan age of Roman literature. 
 
 II Page 69— "As grand as those of Trafalgar." 
 
 The battle of Trafalgar was fought on the 21st of October, 1805, by the com- 
 bined forces of France and Spain on the one side and those of Lord Nelson, En- 
 gland's greatest naval hero, on the other. Nelson fell, mortally wounded, in the 
 moment of victory. 
 
 ** Page 69— "Or Cannae's field, or Plataea.'' 
 
 Cannae is a town of Southern Italy, in the province of Barl, where Hannibal, 
 the Carthaginian general, gained a great victory over the Romans in the summer of 
 216 B. C. The Roman loss, as stated by Livy, was 45,000 infantry and 8,000 horse, 
 besides Paulus jEmilius, the consul of the previous year, and 20,000 taken as pris- 
 oners by the enemy. Hannibal lost 8,000 men in the battle.— Plataea was a city in 
 the western part of Boeotia, on the borders of Attica, at the foot of Mt. Cithaeron, 
 and about six and one-half miles from Thebes. It was destroyed in 480 B. C. by 
 the Persians, because of the aid that it rendered Athens against them; but in the 
 following year it was the scene of a splendid victory won by the Greeks, under 
 Pausanias and Aristides, over the Persians commanded by Mardonius— a victory 
 which resulted in ridding Greece of the invader's yoke. 
 
 + + Page 69— "So well, that Healey, Argus-eyed," etc. 
 
 Argus, surnamed Panoptes (all-seeing), had one hundred eyes, some of which 
 were always awake. He was enormously strong.— Chambers'' Encyclopaedia. 
 
 %X Page 70— "Like lava, smoke from ^^tna's gorge." 
 
 ^tna (now Monte Gibello) is the largest volcano in Europe, and is situated on 
 the eastern coast of Sicily. By its eruptions it has been the means of the destruc- 
 tion of many cities and villages, and of a goodly number of their inhabitants. 
 
2o8 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 ERIC S CAVALCADE. 
 
 * Page 78— "Remember days of Arthur's court." 
 
 King Arthur ruled over a tribe of ancient Britons, and is supposed to have 
 • flourished in the 6th century. He is commonly represented as a (.Christian prince 
 struggling against the Pagan Saxons. Much rnythical and legendary romance is 
 woven about this personage, causing many to doubt that he ever lived at all. For 
 an insight into the Arthurian legends, so called, the author would refer the reader 
 to Tennyson's Idylls of the King. 
 
 t Page 73— "But prated of the Upas-sting," etc. 
 
 Upas, being the Malay word for poison, is the name given to a number of veg- 
 etable poisons in the Eastern Archipelago. But the geuerally known Upas poison 
 comes from the Upas tree. It is very deadly when it comes in contact with human 
 rtesh. For this reason the Malays use it for poisoning their arrow-heads. 
 
 GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 
 
 * Page 80— "Fixt upon a cliff of boulders, for to crush the Hydra-head." 
 Hydra was a fabulous monster of the ancient world, that was believed to have 
 
 inhabited the marshes of Lerusea, in Argolis, near the siea coast. It was said to 
 have had several heads, some writers placing the number at one hundred, and 
 over, which grew up again whenever they were cut off, and whose mouths, as 
 numerous as the heads, emitted a subtle and deadly venom. Hercules destroyed 
 this reptile in one of his twelve labors. 
 
 + Page 81 -" Venus, Star of Love." 
 
 Venus was the Roman goddess of Love and subsequently became identified 
 with the Greek Aphrodite. Poetically, she was called the mother of the Roman 
 people. In the text, the author alludes to the planet named in honor of her. 
 
 t Page 82—" Like a Lucifer in roaming.'" 
 
 Milton, in his Paradise Lost, tells how Lucifer (Satan) encompassed the earth, 
 in search of a retreat from Hell, and also for the purpose of discovering that 
 beast which would best serve his use in approaching and seducing mankind in the 
 Garden of Eden. 
 
 battle of loch na doon. 
 
 * Page 83—" O thou learn'd Xenophon in Cyrus-lore." 
 
 Xenophon was a celebrated Greek general, historian and philosopher. He was 
 born at Athens in 443 B. C, and was a pupil of Socrates. Xenophon, at about 40 
 years of age, joined the expedition of Cyrus the Younger against his brother, Arta- 
 xerxes Mnemon, king of Persia. After the battle of Cunaxa and the massacre of 
 the Greek generals, Xenophon ably conducted the famous Retreat of the Ten 
 Thousand, the history of which he wrote. He probably died at Corinth in 359 B. C. 
 
 * Page 83— "O Herodotus, father of thy kind," etc. 
 
 Herodotus was the oldest Greek historian whose works are extant, and so it is 
 that he is styled the "Father of History." He was born at Halicarnassus, in 
 Caria, 484 B. C. Herodotus wrote in the Ionic dialect. 
 
 t Page 83— "Thymbria's fighting day." 
 
 The battle of Thymbria is the first one recorded in history. 
 
 % Page 83—" Not in the ages of the siege of Troy," etc. 
 
 Troy, according to the earliest tradition of the Greeks, was situated in the 
 northwestern part of Asia Minor, in the region of Mount Ida. Its downfall came 
 about as follows: The story goes that Paris, or Alexander, s on of Priam, king of 
 Troy, abducted Helen, the wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta. She was the daugh 
 
2og 
 
 ter of Tyndarus and the most beautiful womau of her age. This aVjductiou, of 
 course, resulted in a war, as the other princes of Greece had pledged their protec- 
 tion to Menelaus in the possession of his wife. They accordingly banded together, 
 and. under the leadership of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, sailed for Troy and 
 laid siege to its "god-built walls," which they succeeded, after the duration of ten 
 years with varying successes, in passing, through threachery and cunning, and 
 Troy was no more. This war is the subject of Homer's Iliad, one of the greatest 
 epics ever written. 
 
 § Page 83— "O thou famed poet, blind Mseonides." 
 
 In other words. Homer, the author of the Iliad and the Odtjstf.y. His life is 
 rather mythical to us. Some place his birth at Smyrna. Asia Minor, in 776 or 8.50 
 B. C, and others at Scio, one of the Urecian islands. Byron describes him as 
 
 "The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle." 
 Homer was certainly an Asiatic Greek. It is needless to speak of his genius, as it 
 is so universally recognized. 
 
 * Page 84— "O storied Grsecia." 
 
 Graecia was the name given to Hellas by the Romans, probably from a small 
 tribe iu the Epirus, near Dodoua, called the Graikoi. 
 
 t Page 84—" O Pass of Nature." 
 
 Thermopylae, meaning the " hot gates," was a famous pass leading from Thes- 
 saly into Locris. and the only way by which an invading army could enter South- 
 ern Greece. It lay between Mount CEta and the Maliac Gulf. Here it was where 
 Leonidas with his 300 brave Spartans, in 480 B. C, attempted to withstand the onset 
 of the Persian hordes under Xerxes, but who were finally overpowered through the 
 basest treachery. Leonidas and his men fell, fighting to the last. 
 
 X Page 84— "Or thou, old Marathon, and Leuctra, grand." 
 
 Marathon was an ancient village on the east coast of Attica, about twenty 
 miles northeast of Athens, and is now called Marathona or Vrana. Here, in 490 
 B. C, Miltiades defeated the Persians under Darius.— Leuctra was, anciently, a 
 village of Bcieotia, in Greece, where the Thebans, under Epaminondas, gained a 
 glorious victory over the Si)artan king, Cleombrotus, in the year 371 B. C. 
 
 § Page 84— "Or Salamis, by ocean-breezes fanu'd." 
 
 Salamis, now known as Koluri, was anciently called Pitynoussa (Island of 
 Pines.) It is a mountainous island of Greece, off the coast of Attica, and forming 
 with it the Bay of Eleusis. The island comprises about thirty square miles. A 
 great naval battle was fought here (480 B. C.,) a few days atter the battle of Ther- 
 mopylae, between the Greeks, commanded by Themistocles, the Athenian, Adi- 
 mantus, the Corinthian, and Eurybiades, the Spartan, the latter being the superior 
 officer. The Greeks gained a decisive victory. 
 
 II Page 84— " Or Thrasymene." 
 
 The Lake of Thrasymene is memorable for the triumph of Hp.nnibal over the 
 Roman general, C. Flaminius, in the Second Punic War (317 B. C.) Upwards of 
 16,000 Romans fell. The combatants were unconscious of an earthquake which 
 occurred during the battle. 
 
 ** Page 84— "From Pounder Ian to Bozzaris-Fame." 
 
 Ian was the mythological founder of Athens.— Marco Bozzaris, the leader of 
 the Greeks in their revolution against the Turks, was killed in the battle of Misso- 
 longhi, a Greek town, in 1823, in the hour of victory. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 + t Page 84— "Let Saturn, brooding over field and flood." 
 
 Saturn, an old Italian divinity, was the god of husbandry and plenty, and was 
 represented as an "old man with long, straight hair, the back of his head covered, 
 his feet swathed in woollen ribbons, and a pruning-knife or sickle-shaped harp in 
 his hand." The ancient Italian festival of the Saturnalia was instituted as com- 
 memorative of his happy reign. 
 
 1 1 Page 84—" Red Moloch's god." 
 
 Moloch (Molech, Melech, Malkom or Milkom) was a Canaanite deity, whose 
 chief places of worship were the Valley of Hinnom and the Mount of Olives, be- 
 sides being the common idolatrous creed of all the Canaanite natious, even the 
 Isra,elites falling under its influence. This worship consisted of human sacrifices, 
 purifications, ordeals by fire, etc., which were vigorously condemned by the Mosaic 
 law. Tradition represents Moloch as a human figure of brass or clay, with a 
 crowned bull's head, upon whose extended arms were laid the doomed beings. 
 This god is similar to the Carthaginian Kronos. 
 
 § § Page 84 -" Let Thor his powers hurl upon the foe," etc. 
 
 Thor, the Scandinavian God of Thunder, was the son of Odin and Earth 
 (Yord) ; his wife being Sif (frieudship, love.) It was supposed that thunder was 
 caused by the rolling of his chariot, which was drawn by he-goats. He was held to 
 be the strongest of all the^ods, and was generally regarded with reverence by the 
 Scandinavian, Teutonic and Celtic nations. 
 
 * Page 85— "Or strong Sesostris— Rameses as well." 
 
 Sesostris was the Greek name of the celebrated Egyptian monarch, Rameses, 
 who conquered many countries and almost became a universal ruler. The history 
 of his life is rather uncertain and mythical, as the historians disagree in regard to 
 the events narrated therein. It is thought that he reigned thirty-three years. 
 
 t Page 85 — "Or as some Titan, spreading terror " round." 
 
 The Titans, in Greek mythology, were the sons and daughters of Uranus 
 (Hbaven) and Gaea (Earth.) Their names were Oceanus, Coens, Crius, Hyperion, 
 lapetus, Kronos, Theia, Rhea, Themis. Mnemosyne, Phoebe and Tethyg: Dione, 
 Phorcys and Demeter being added by some authors. The Titans, headed by 
 Kronos, who was the progenitor of Zeus, slew their father and liberated their 
 brothers, the Hecatoncheires (Hundred-handed), and the Cyclopes from Tartarus. 
 Zeus, after a ten years' war, finally overcame the Titans and hurled them down 
 into Tartarus. Prometheus, Hecate, Helios and Selene were the descendants of 
 the Titans. 
 
 t Page 85—" O bright Osiris, smiling in thy rays." 
 
 Osiris (Asiris, or Hvsiris, "Many-eyed") was a famous Egyptian deity and was 
 universally worshipped throughout Egypt. He was styled the great god, eternal 
 ruler, dwelling in the west, and lord of Abut or Abydos, which was said to be his 
 burial place. Osiris was thought to be the son of Seb or Saturn, and born of Nu or 
 Rhea; to be the father of Horns by Isis, of Anubis, and of the four genii of the 
 dead. He was the personification "of Truth and godliness. Many other nations 
 adored him besidei the Egyptians. 
 
 § Page 85— "Or great Diana, in Ephesian pomp." 
 
 Diana was a Roman goddess, but resembled the Grecian Artemis She was the 
 daughter of Jupiter and Latona, and twin-sister of Apollo. She was born, with 
 her brother, on Mt. Cynthus, in the isle of Delos. Greeks and Romans alike wor- 
 shipped her. She was known either as a destroying or a preserving goddess: in the 
 former capacity, she was represented as a grown virgin, armed with bows and ar- 
 rows; in the latter, as a helper of the unfortunate and a watcher over the sick. 
 Diana was regarded as the goddess of the moon ; hence her Greek name of Selene, 
 
NOTES. 
 
 and her Latin names of Lucina and Phoebe. Her temple at Ephesus was consid- 
 ered one of the Seven Wonders of the World. 
 
 II Page 85—" Or as thou'lt have it, blest Urania fair." 
 
 Urania (i. e., "the Heavenly Muse") was a daughter of Zens and Mnemosyne. 
 She was regarded as the Muse of Astronomy, and was represented with a celestial 
 globe, to which she points with a little siaS.— Chambers' Eneyclopaedia. 
 
 ** Page 85— "O sweetest Isis, there thou hang'st serene." 
 
 Isis was the name of an ancient Egyptian goddess, who was the wife and sister 
 of Osiris. She was also called Hes, daughter of Seb or Chronos, and Nu or Rhea; 
 in other versions, of Hermes and Rhea. Isis was known as the mistress of 
 Heaven and the goddess-mother. She was thought to be the Egyptian Neith or 
 Minerva, and Athor or Venus; to be the Greek Demeter or Ceres, Hecate or lo. 
 
 tt Page 85— "And guard the dead, as in dark Charon's boat," etc. 
 
 In classical mythology Charon was the son of Erebus and Nox, whose duty it 
 was to ferry the shades of the dead across the rivers of the underworld. He was 
 generally represented as a gloomy old man, with a rough beard and wretched 
 
 clothes. 
 
 XX Page 85— "O blessed Canaan, where the angels sing," etc. 
 
 In this case Canaan is employed to denote Heaven; but the historical Canaan, 
 or "Land of Israel," is known as the Holy Land, which comprises the southern 
 portion of Syria in Southwestern Asia. 
 
 * Page 86— "There high Arch- Angels, with their trumpets loud," etc. 
 
 Arch-Angels are supposed to be superior in power and glory to the other 
 angels in Heaven. The names of the commonly recognized Arch-Angels are: 
 Michael, the foremost one; Gabriel, the herald of the Judgment Day; Raphael 
 and Abdiel. The Savior is regarded by some as an Arch-Angel, while Lucifer, 
 before his fall, was said to have been the greatest of all. 
 
 t Page 86— "Thou, great, bold Ammon, in thine emeralds rare." 
 Ammon. or Amun. was the highest Egyptian god, whose name signifies the 
 hidden and unrevealed deity. Thebes, in Egypt, was his sacred residence. The 
 Greeks identified him with their Zeus, the Romans with Jupiter. He was usually 
 decked with emeralds, sitting on a throne, holding the symbols of life and power, 
 and wearing a crown with an ornament of two feathersand a baud falling behind 
 and extending to the feet. 
 
 X Page 86— "Thou, golden Buddha, ' hind thine iron bar." 
 
 Sakyamuni, or the Saint Sakya, was the name of the Buddha who founded 
 the Buddhist religion some 2,460 years ago, and which is the prevailing belief, 
 numerically, of the world. The Buddha means the Wise, the Enlightened. 
 Driven out of India, its home, by the Brahmins, after the death of Buddha, it 
 found adherents in neighboring countries, such as Ceylon, China, Thibet, Japan, 
 Central Asia, etc., and numbers upwards of 400,000,000 followers, or about one- 
 third of the world's population. Buddha is represented variously, often as a 
 golden idol in an iron cage. 
 
 § Page 86— "O lofty Amam, on thy royal mount." 
 
 The god Amam is supposed by the people of some eastern countries to sit on a 
 high mountain and usher in the coming day. 
 
 ii^Page 86--" O Doorga, in thy crowded temple fond," etc. 
 
 Doorgha is a divinity in the East whose particular place of worship is in a 
 temple called Doorga Khond, which is always thronged with devotees. 
 
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 * * Page 86—" O wiser Mercury, in wisdom fair." 
 
 Mercury, or Hermes, was the god of speech,, eloquence, the sciences, traffic, 
 theft and herds. In Egypt he was called Teti, Thoth, Theuth or Taut; in Greece, 
 Hermes; in Phrenicia, Taaut : in Carthage, Sumes; in Etruria, Turms : in Chaldaea, 
 Duvanai ; and by the Latins, Mercurius. The Egyptian deity was the older god ; 
 but the most important one was the Greeli Hermes. This latter was the son of Zeus 
 and Maia, born on Mt. Cyllene, in Arcadia, and was the patron of all the arts and 
 sciences, agriculture and commerce. 
 
 + t Page 86— "Sweet, gentle Phoebus— O Apollo great." 
 
 Apollo can be truly denominated as the great national god of the Greeks. Son 
 of Zeus and Leto, and brother of Diana, he possessed all the attributes of a wise 
 and beneficent god. He is represented as a youth with an oval face, high fore- 
 head, flowing hair and slender figure, and was the herald of day. Many oracles 
 were established in his worship, the most famous being that of Delphi. His great 
 seat was Mount Parnassus. Elis other name— Pha?bus, i. e., the Bright or Radiant 
 —was applied to him subsequently as a title, in reference to his beauty and bright- 
 ness, when he became identified with Helios, the sun-god. 
 
 * Page 87-" The Delphic oracles— how seeming-kind 1 " 
 
 These oracles were delivered by a priestess in such ami)iguous terms that, no 
 matter how the outcome of any thing predicted might be, yet they could be con- 
 strued as really meaning the result of that event. Much reliance was placed in the 
 truthfulness of this oracle. 
 
 t Page 87— "While thou, O Zeus, let thy lightnings fly." 
 
 Zeus was the Greek God of the Universe, and was possessed of all the pow- 
 ers and attributes of a supreme being. 
 
 t Page 87—" O Be"lzebub, in thine repulsive state.'" 
 
 Beelzebub (the "god of flies") was worshipped under the name of Baal by the 
 people of Ekron, in Philistia. The Jew.s, however, applied this name to the evil 
 one (Satan); but Milton, in his Paradise Lost, makes Beelzebub one of Satan's 
 coadjutors and partisans. 
 
 § Page 87—" But thou, O Magian, Oromasdes good." 
 
 Oromasdes, or Ormuzd, was the ancient Persian God of Light and Goodness ; 
 while Arimanius, or Ahrimaii, had the opposite characteristics, being the God of 
 Wrath and Darkness. 
 
 11 Page 87—" That Gorgon-Time, on his rebounding leap." 
 
 Gorgon, or Gorgo, was an hideous monster in the infernal regions, the head of 
 which was peculiarly appalling. Hesiod mentions three Gorgons— Stheno, Euryale 
 and Medusa. 
 
 ** Page 87— "Rise. O thou Crocodile, of Egypt-fame." 
 
 The crocodile was an object of worship among the ancient Egyptians. It is 
 also called the Leviathan, from its huge proportions. 
 
 * Page 88—" And forward, Yazdan ! for thy freedom sweet." 
 
 Some people in the Eastern nations had a custom of invoking the aid of this 
 god when going into battle. 
 
 t Page 88-" While Baal looks down in his godly ire." 
 
 Baal was the chief god of the Assyrians and the Phoenicians. He was the god 
 of the sun and the ruler and vivifier of Nature. He was also called Bel or Belus 
 by the Assyrians, Melkart, Melkrat or Melchrat by the Phoenicians, and the Tyrian 
 Hercules by the Greeks. 
 
NOTES. 213 
 
 t Page 88—" As grand as seen on India's Assaye." 
 
 Assaye is a village in thie northeast of the Nizam's dominions, in India, at the 
 fork of the Juah and Kaitna, which is chiefly noted for the victory of the Duke of 
 Wellington, then Major-General Wellesley, over the Mahrattas under Scindiah and 
 the Rajah of Berar, won Sept. 28, 1803. The British troops numbered about 4,500, 
 while those of the enemy were upwards of 50,000, 10,000 of whom were officered by 
 Frenchmen. In this battle the " Grand Duke " broke Scindiah's power. 
 
 S Page 88— "Or our own 'Fabius,' noble Washington." 
 
 Washington has been styled the American "Fabius,'-' from his adoption of the 
 military tactics of a Roman general of that name, who harassed Hauuibal more 
 than any other general sent against him. 
 
 II Page 88—" The Bard of Rydal," etc. 
 
 Or Wordsworth, one of the so-called "lake poets" of Eugland, who resided 
 latterly at Rydal Mount, in Cumberland. Truly, he is the poet of Nature, as this 
 characteristic crops out in almost every thing he has written. 
 
 * Page 89— "O couldst thine hero, Hiawatha, be," etc. 
 
 T/ie Song of Hiiwatha, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, i.s undoubtedly, in 
 its style and 'finish, one of the'finest productions in the English language. It" is a 
 veritable Edda of American legendary history and song. It is founded upon a 
 tradition among the North American Indians, of a warrior of miraculous birth, 
 who was sent to them for the purpose of clearing their rivers and forests of all 
 obstructions, and of teaching them the arts of peace. 
 
 t Page 89— "O great Sowanna, living o'er the plain." 
 Sowanua was the great Southwest God among the Indians. 
 
 % Page 89— "Didst Minnehaha, laughing waterfall." 
 
 Minnehaha is the Indian name for laughing water; being also that of Hia 
 watha's wife. 
 
 § Page 89—" And didst, beside it, Aukeetamit sing," etc. 
 Aukeetamit is the Indian Spring God. 
 
 II Page 89— "To him of Flora in the joy of Spring." 
 
 Flora was the Roman goddess of flowers and Spring, and was subsequently 
 identified with the Greek Chloris. 
 
 ** Page 89— "O Bu'narotti.— painter, sculptor, bard,—" 
 
 Michael Angelo (Buonarotti) stood, in an age when Christian art had reached 
 its zenith, almost ujirivalled as a painter, sciilptor. architect and poet. He was 
 born in 1474 at Chiusi, in Italy, and died at Rome in 15ti;i. 
 
 + + Page 89—" Famed Raff'aello, lovely artist, thou." 
 
 Raphael (Rafl'aello Santi, or Sanzio) was called by his countrymen (the Ital- 
 ians) II IJiviiin, "The Divine," and is ranked by nearly universal consent as the 
 greatest of painters. He was born at I^rbino in 1483 and died at Rome on April 6, 
 1520, the anniversary of his birthday. Perhaps the best known of his paintings, as 
 well as the greatest, is the "Transfiguration." 
 
 it— West— Stuart. 
 
 Benjamin West, the Anglo-American painter, was born in Springfield, Pa., Oct. 
 10, 1738, of (Quaker parentage. After working his way to fame and fortune, he set- 
 .tled in London and, on the death of Sir Joshua Reynolds, succeeded him as Pres- 
 ident of the Royal Academy. His most famous paintings are " Wolfe's Death " 
 
2 14 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 and "Death On the Pale Horse."' He died in London, March 11, 1820. —Gilbert 
 Charles Stuart, an American painter, was born at Narragansett, R. I., in 1756. He 
 was for a time a student under West in Loudon. Probably his finest work is his 
 portrait of Washington. He died at Boston iu July, 1828. 
 
 * Page 90— "O Chantry, figures of a mightier wave," etc. 
 
 Sir Francis Chantry, or Chantrey, the eminent English sculptor, was born at 
 Jordanthorpe, in Derbyshire, on April 7, 1781. At 13 years of age he lost his father, 
 an humble carpenter, and was apprenticed for seven years to a carver and gilder 
 in Sheffield named Ramsay. Chantrv, after attaining wealth and fame, was 
 knighted. He died Nov. 25, 1841. 
 
 t Page 90—" Come, em'nent Flaxman— Conova beside."' 
 
 John Flaxman was the greatest of English sculptors. He was V^orn at York, 
 July 6, 17.55. His most celebrated works are his "Outhnbs" to Homer's Iliad and 
 Odyssey, and his ilhistrations of Dante and .^schylus. He died Dec. 7, 1826.— An- 
 tonio Conova, or Canova, the great Italian sculptor, was born Nov. 1, 17.57, at Pos- 
 sagno, a village in the Venetian territory. He produced a number of works of 
 sterling worth and beauty. Conova was created Marquis of Ischia about the year 
 181.5, and died in Venice, Oct. 13, 1822. 
 
 i Page 90—" Come forth, thou Reynolds, and thou Allston, too." 
 Sir Joshua Reynolds, P. R. A., the greatest English painter, was born July 16, 
 1723, and died Feb. 23, 1792.— Washington Allston, a well-known American poet and 
 painter, was born at Georgetown, S. C., in 1779. He first studied medicine, but soon 
 turned his attention to painting and literature. Allston died at Cambridge Port, 
 near Boston, July 8, 1843. 
 
 § Page 90— "Make statues of illustrious Burke and Pitt." 
 
 Edmund Burke, the distinguished philosopher, statesman and orator, was born 
 in Dublin in 1730, where his father was a practicing attorney. Burke's best known 
 efforts are his orations during the trial of Warren Hastings and the essay on the 
 Sublime and Beautiful. He died July 7, 1797, iu his 68th year.— William Pitt, the 
 second son of the Earl of Chatham, was born May 28. 1759. Pitt soon arose to be 
 one of England's greatest men. He died on Jan. 23, 1806. 
 
 II Page 90— Franklin— Jefferson. 
 
 Need we to even mention an event in the lives of these two brilliant men, that 
 should be familiar to every intelligent American? 
 
 ** Page 90— "O thou blest Colon, ent'ring empires wild." 
 Colon was the Spanish name of Christopher Columbus. 
 
 * Page 91— Wolfgang— Beethoven. 
 
 Johann Chrysostom Wolfgang Gottlieb Mozart, the first of musical composers, 
 was born on Jan. 37, 1756, at Salzburg, and died Dec. 5, 1791, aged 35 years. At a 
 very early age he showed great precocity, virtually beginning his musical career 
 when only 4 years old.— Ludwig Von Beethoven, another famous German com- 
 poser, was born at Bonn, Dec. 17, 1770. Becoming deaf as he advanced in years, 
 he led a rather recluse life, dying in Vienna, March 26, 1837. Beethoven's works 
 are celebrated for their wonderful melody. 
 
 t Page 91— "Beguiling Haydn, living to thyself." 
 
 Joseph Haydn, a German composer, was born iu the village of Rohrau, on the 
 boundary of Hungary and Austria, on March 31, 1732. His works are numerous 
 and very fine. Haydn died at Vienna, May 31, 1809. 
 
 i Page 91—" And Handel, master of that music-elf." 
 
 George Frederick Handel, a native of Germany, was born at Halle, Upper Sax- 
 ony, Feb. 23, 1685. He also proved to be a very precocious lad in the art of music, 
 
NOTES. 2:5 
 
 much against the desire of his father. The Messiah is, perhaps, his best known 
 work. He died on Good Friday (as he wished;, April 13, 1759. During his latter 
 years he was totally blind. 
 
 § Page 91 — "O Howard, stricken in far Kherson dire." 
 
 John Howard, who was a noted philanthropist, was born at Hackney, near Lon- 
 don, about 1726, and died Jan. 20, 1790, at Kherson in Southern Russia, whither he 
 had gone to alleviate the sufferings of his fellow-man in that plague-stricken city. 
 
 II Page 91 -"So Luther, Knox, and other holy men." 
 
 Martin Luther was born at Eisleben on Nov. 10, 14S.3. He first studied for the 
 legal profession, but soon becoming absorbed in theology, abandoned the former 
 for the latter and entered the Angustine convent at Urfurt, where he remained until 
 after he was ordained a priest in 1507. Then he removed to Wittenberg, made 
 famous by his labors there. riii|Ufstiuiiiibly Luther was the foremost one among 
 the Protestant reformers dt tin- iiiUi icntury. He died in the latter part of Feb- 
 ruary, 1546. — John Knox, tlie scntiish reformer, was born at Gifford Gate, a suburb 
 of Haddington, Scotland, in I.'iIm. iie early arose to be the leader in the Reforma- 
 tion in Scotland and inspired tlie creed of the original ( unftssiou of Faith of the 
 Reformed Kirk of that country. His life was (.me lon-^ stinggle against tyranny, 
 religious and political. Worn ont at last, after ace.nnplishing many needed re- 
 forms, he died Nov. 2-1, 1572. It has been truly said of luni that -'he never feared 
 the face of man,"" 
 
 ** Page91— " Ay, even from the Scottish Hebrides."" 
 
 The Hebrides, or Western Islands, are those islands lying to the north and west 
 of Scotland. 
 
 1 1 Page 91—" And Kilda"s islands in the billowy seas.'" 
 
 St. Kilda is a small island off the coast of Scotland and. with several islets, has 
 an area from 3,000 to 4,000 square acres. 
 
 XX Page 91— "To high Gibraltar, with his rock-bound coast." 
 Gibraltar is a rocky promontory, three miles in leugth and three-fourths of a 
 mile in average breadth, which forms the southern extremity of Spain, and with 
 Abyla (now Ceuta) opposite, it was known to the ancients as the Pillars of Hercu- 
 les, the then recognized western boundary of the world. Plicenician navigators 
 called it Alube, which the Greeks transformed into the classic name of (Jalpe. 
 After having many owners, it has eveutually fallen into the hands of Great Britain, 
 who thereby commands the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea, as it is an impreg- 
 nable fortress. 
 
 §§ Page 91— "So, also reaching from the Northern Lights." 
 The Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis) are those luminous phenomena 
 which are seen in the northern heavens by people who live in Jiigh latitudes. 
 
 II II Page 91 — "To soft Hesperia, with her summery nights,"' etc. 
 Hesperia, proper, is the poetical name of Southern Italy. 
 
 *** Page 91--" And Isles of Grsecia and the Delta-Nile."" 
 
 The Isles of Greece lie mostly in the ^Egeau Sea, and are in groups called re- 
 spectively the Cyclades (circling), the Sporades (scattered or sown) and the Ionian 
 Islands.— The Delta of the Nile has a base of 150 miles on tiie Mediterranean coast 
 and forms numerous streams, or outlets, to the Nile. 
 
 * Page 92—" The Hope of Bethlehem was slowly borne."' 
 
 The Hope of Bethlehem was Jesus of Nazareth, who was Ijorn in a manger at 
 that place. 
 
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 t Page 92—" Yet to this day, upon the Ganges " banks,'" etc. 
 
 The Ganges is the sacred stream of the Hindoos, where they repair for devo- 
 tional services. It was formerly their custom that, whenever a man died who 
 could afford one or more wives, his body and personal property were burnt upon a 
 funeral pyre, as a preliminary advent into the other world where Brahma reigns, 
 who was himself created by the First Cause, and, with the help of the Pradshap- 
 atis (the Lords or Creation) called into being every living creature. His priests 
 (the Brahmins) have always been the ruling caste in India. In our own times 
 Brahmanism has but few special devotees. 
 
 i Page 92— "Tho' in thy wisdom. Christian Heber, thou." 
 
 Reginald Heber, an English poet and second bishop of Calcutta, was born at 
 Malpas, Cheshire, April 21, 17*^. Probably to him, more than to any one else, is due 
 the extinction of those horrible practices of Paganism long in vogue among the 
 Hindoos. He died April 3, 1826. 
 
 . ^ Page 92— Joss- Deus. 
 Joss is a deity to whom the Chinese pray for the deliverance from all evil and 
 the attainment of all good. He is virtually their good and evil spirit in one.— Deus 
 is the Latin name for God. 
 
 il Page 92— "Who, like a Samson, dooms his enemies.'" 
 
 Referring to the last incident of Samson"s career, wherein he overturned the 
 temple of the Philistines, burying himself and his enemies in the ruins. 
 
 * * Page 92—" A shaggy Leo, and a Hercules." 
 Leo is the fifth sign of the zodiac— being a Lion. 
 
 tt Page 92— Frea— Maia. 
 
 The Anglo-Saxons and Lombards worshipped Freyja, the wife of Odin, under 
 the name of Frea. She was the daughter of Niord, sister of Freyr, and goddess of 
 Love. Friday is named after her.— .Maia was the mother of "Hermes, the cup- 
 bearer and messenger of the gods. 
 
 * Page 93— "Thou, O Ferrara, with thy blades of steel." 
 
 Ferrara was a sword-maker of mediaeval times, who fashioned a particularly 
 fine blade. 
 
 t Page 93—" O cut in twain the binding Gordian-kuot."' 
 
 A celebrated knot, the origin of which is as follows: When Gordius, a Phry- 
 gian peasant, was once plowing in the fields, an eagle settled on the yoke of his 
 oxen and remained there during the rest ol' the day. A prophetess of Telmissus 
 hearing of this, told him to offer sacrifices to Zeus, which he did. Gordius after- 
 wards married the prophetess, by whom he had a son, the famous Midas. Disturb- 
 ances finally breaking out in Phrygia, the people sent messengers to the Delphic 
 oracle, where they learned that a king would come to them in a car drawn by a 
 yoke of oxen, who would restore peace. They returned home and while telling 
 this to the people, Gordius opportunely happened upon the scene in this manner 
 and was joyfully elected king. He thereupon dedicated his car and yoke to Zeus 
 in the acropolis of Gordium, a city named after him, and tied the knot of the yoke 
 so intricately that an oracle declared whoever should unloose it would be ruler 
 of all Asia. When presented to Alexander the Great, that conqueror, instead of 
 endeavoring to untie it, took his sword and cut it in two and thus applied the 
 oracle to himself. 
 
 t Page 93 -"O lend thy power, giant Atlas, now."' 
 
 Atlas was one of the Titans and, according to Hesiod, the son of lapetus and 
 Clymene, and brother of Menoitius, Prometheus and Epimetheus; but ApoUodorus 
 states that he was the sou of Asia, and Hyginus, a son of .Ether and Gsea: his wife 
 
NOTES. 217 
 
 being Pleone, daughter of Oceanus (or Hesperis. his niece), and was the father of 
 the Pleiades. Because of his revolt, as leader of the Titans, against Zeus, he was 
 eoudemned to bear the vault of heaven upon his shoulders as a punishment 
 therefor. 
 
 § Page 93— "From over countries by the Caspian Sea." 
 A large inland sea between Russia and Northwestern Asia. 
 
 II Page 93—" Or as Sirocco, with his fatal breath." 
 
 The Sirocco is a hot, moist wind, or tempest, which blows from the Libyan des- 
 ert over the Mediterranean Sea to Sicily and Italy. It is very blighting in its 
 effects. 
 
 ** Page 93— "Like waters swirling from the Maranon." 
 Another name for the Amazon River in South America. 
 
 ft Page 93— "Like spritely Ariel, or as happy Pan.'' 
 
 Ariel is a sprite in Shakspeare's Midsummer' NighVs J) ream. —Pa.u, a son of 
 Hermes (Mercury) by the daughter of Dryops, according to the common belief was 
 the chief god of pastures, forests and fiocks among the Greeks. It is said that he 
 even charmed the gods. He was fond of music and dancing, and was the inventor 
 of Pan's pipe, or shepherd's lute. 
 
 i i Page 93—" His Spartan courage scorns a failing free." 
 
 It was the predominating trait of a Spartan to scorn and despise any one who 
 was lacking in valorous principles, as expressed in word or deed. 
 
 * Page 96— "And Healey,— Al'ric in his Gothic pride,-" etc. 
 
 Alaric I. (in German Al-ric, i. e., all rich) belonged to a noble family among the 
 Visigoths. History first mentions him in the year 394 A. 1). Alaric was the first 
 enemy who succeeded in taking and sacking Kome. which thing he did on Aug. 24, 
 410, and continued to pillage it for some time, but without the violation of women. 
 In fact, he was more Chkistianized than any of his followers. He died at Cosenza, 
 in Calabria, in 410, much to the relief of Italy and Sicily. 
 
 t Page 96—" Like Grsecia's Cimon, or Themistocles." 
 
 Cimon, an Athenian hero, was the son of Miltiades, the victor at Marathon. 
 The former, in conjunction with Aristides, conducted several successful campaigns 
 against the Persians, his hereditary foe. He died in 449 B. C, at the siege of a 
 Cyprian town.- Themistocles, the great Athenian general and statesman, was born 
 about 514 B. C. Through his sagacity and generalship the Greeks were enabled to 
 win the glorious naval battle at Salamis. Being latterly outlawed by his country- 
 men, he fled to the Persian court, and died in exile in 449 B. C. 
 
 i Page 96—" Or that stern statesman, Athen's Pericles." 
 
 Pericles, born early in the 5th century B. C, was the most accomplished states- 
 man of ancient Greece. His father was Xanthippus, who defeated the Persians at 
 Mycale, 479 B. C. It was Pericles who raised Greece to the very pinnacle of fame. 
 He built the Parthenon and other public and sacred edifices. Lender his guidance 
 Athens flourished as she never did before or after. Pericles died in the autumn of 
 429 B. C. 
 
 * Page 97—" But I'll Timoleon, in his freedom, be," etc. 
 
 Timoleon was born at Corinth, in Greece, about 394 B. C, and was sent to liber- 
 ate Syracuse, in Sicily, from the tyranny of Dionysius and the Carthaginians, which 
 he did most gloriously, proving himself to be one of the greatest of Greek generals. 
 After peace had been restored he lived in retirement in Sicily, beloved and honored 
 by his fellow-citizens, dying in 337 or ;i35 B. C. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 * Page 98—" Who shines like Amon in yon setting sun." 
 
 The god Ammon (No-Amon in the Old Testammt) was often confounded with 
 the sun-god Ra. 
 
 I Page 98—" As waves from over the ^Egean Sea," etc. 
 
 The ^Egean Sea. or Grecian Archipelago, is an arm of the Mediterranean Sea, 
 400 miles long, 200 miles broad, that lies between Greece and Asia Miuor, and is 
 filled with fertile and picturesque islands. 
 
 i Page 98—" Sweep over nearly Mauritania near." 
 
 Mauritania was the ancient name of Morocco and the western portion of 
 Algiers, deriving its name from its inhabitants, Mauri or MaurusH. It extended as 
 far south as the Great Desert (Sahara), and east to the river Mulucha or Molo- 
 chath, now the Muluya. 
 
 § Page 98— Hellespont— Xerxes. 
 
 The Hellespont is the classic name of the Dardanelles, a narrow channel which 
 connects the Sea of Marmora with the Grecian Archipelago. It is about forty miles 
 long and from one to four miles wide. Xerxes crossed and re-crossed it in 480 B. C, 
 at its narrowest limit, on a bridge of boats; but a storm nearly demolished them, 
 which greatly hindered the Persian army's flight from Greece. Alexander the 
 Great crossed the Hellespont at about the same point, in 3.34 B. C, when he entered 
 Asia. 
 
 II Page 98— "Or cyclones, swelling in the Indian Seas." 
 Cyclones are quite frequent in the Indian Ocean. 
 
 * Page 99—" He hurls him over a Parpeian rock." 
 
 A rock within the confines of ancient Rome, on the western slope of the Capi- 
 toline Hill, from which culprits were hurled into the wfiters below. 
 
 t Page 98—" Another Barathrum and felon's wrack. 
 
 The Barathrum was a machine of torture on which suspected criminals were 
 made to confess their crimes. This barbarous custom was practiced by several 
 of the semi-civilized nations of the ancient world. 
 
 * Page 100—" And Jupiter the Liberator bland." 
 
 It was customary among the Romans to give their great god, Jupiter, a title, 
 such as Jupiter Victor (the Conqueror), etc. 
 
 t Page 100— "While bright Orion gilds the western scene." 
 
 Orion, in Greek mythology, was a gigantic hunter and said to be the handsom- 
 est man in the world. The manner of his death is told variously. After his demise, 
 Orion was placed with his hound among the stars, where they form the most mag- 
 nificent constellation in the heavens. 
 
 i Page 100— "And Hesper twinkles in her light afar." 
 Hesper, or Hesperus, is the evening star. 
 
 § Page 1(X)— " And dear to pilgrims is that Polar Light." 
 
 The North, or Polar, Star, wliich is supposed to stand due north and directly 
 over the Northern Pole. 
 
 II Page 100— "The Taurus Pleiads come before our view." 
 
 The Pleiads are a group of six stars on the shoulder of Taurus, the second sign 
 of the zodiac. It has been supposed that there were originally seven stars, but that 
 one became lost from the constellation by some means— a not very unlikely occur- 
 rence. 
 
NOTES. 219 
 
 ** Page 100— "And live eternal by Castalia's spring." 
 
 Castalia, a fountain on the slope of Parnassus, a little above Delphi, in Phocis, 
 sacred to Apollo and the Muses. It was the "holy water" of the Delphian tem- 
 ple. — Ckainbers^ Encyclopaedia. 
 
 * Page 101— Immortal Band— Elam. 
 
 The Immortal Band was a kind of cavalry of ancient Persia, instituted by 
 Cyrus the Great. — Elam was the Biblical name of Persia. 
 
 t Page 101— "Or Charlemagne in all his empires old." 
 
 Charlemagne, i. e., Charles the Great, was kiug of the Franks (768-814 A. D.) 
 and Roman emperor (800-814 A. D.) He was born April 2, 742, likely at Aix-la- 
 Chapelle, being the son of Pepin the Short, the first Carlovingiau king of the Franks. 
 Charlemagne, although a conqueror, with all that name implies, was a very enlight- 
 ened and progressive monarch. His death occurred Jan. 28, 814. 
 
 i Page 101— "That gather' d, as they who on Tara's hight," etc. 
 
 The author here refefs to the uprising of the Irish against the British govern- 
 ment in 1798, when the place of rendezvous was on the hights of Tara, a great an- 
 cestral gathering-place of that oppressed people. 
 
 § Page 101 — "O with thy music, charming Bartholdy." 
 
 Felix Meudelssohn-Bartholdy, the famous musical composer, was born at 
 Hamburg, Feb. 3, 1809, of Jewish parentage, his father being a convert to Christi- 
 anity. His oratorios of St. Paul and Elijah are reckoned as his best works. Bar- 
 tholdi died at Leipzig, Nov. 4. 1847. 
 
 * Page 102— "Then did our Healey, on a Pherenes," etc. 
 Pherenes was a fiery charger of antiquity. 
 
 t Page 102—" He shamed us modern.s in an Ansterlitz," etc. 
 
 Austerlitz is a small town of 3,500 inhabitants, in Moravia, situated on the Lit- 
 tawa. It is celebrated as the place where Napoleon Bonaparte, in December, 1805. 
 gained a great victory over the combined forces of Austria and Russia, commanded 
 by their respective emjjerors. 
 
 i Page 102— "Yea, on this Flodden of the trampled lea." 
 
 The battle of Flodden was fought Sept. 9, 1513, between James IV., king of 
 Scotland, and the Earl of Surrey, lieutenant general of the northern counties of 
 England. The battle proved very disastrous to both sides, neither being able to 
 resume hostilities the next day. It is said that the Scottish army numbered 100,000 
 men and the English only 32,000. While the loss of the former amounted to from 
 8,000 to 10,000, besides the kiug, the Archbishop of St. Andrews and twelve earls, 
 the latter lost but (5,000 or 7,000; yet Surrey's victory was so dearlv bought that it 
 seemed a veritable defeat. "Scarce a Scottish family of eminence but had an 
 ancestor killed at Flodden," writes Sir Walter Scott. Flodden Hill, on which the 
 fighr toi.k place, is the last and lowest eminence of the Cheviot Hills toward the 
 northeast. 
 
 § Page 102—" And just as glorious as Caerleon's old." 
 
 Caerleon, i. e.. Castle of the Legion, was a small and ancient town in Mon- 
 mouthshire, situated on the right bank of the Usk and two miles northeast of 
 Newport, which is the Isca Silurum of the Romans, and is considered to have been 
 the capital of the Roman province of Britannia Secunda, now Wales, and the res- 
 idence of King Arthur. It was also the seat of an ancient archbishopric. 
 
 II Page 102—" Or when, in Lyonesse, King Arthur fought," etc. 
 Lyouesse was a place wherein, it is said, King Arthur fell while waging a de- 
 cisive battle with his nephew Modred, who had revolted against him. Sorely smit- 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 ten, Arthur orders his sword, Excaliber, to be thrown into the lake near by, and 
 then is carried upon the shoulders of good Sir Bedivere, one of the twelve knights 
 of his Round Table, to a mysterious barge that conveys him to the Isle of Avill- 
 ion, where he might be healed of his wounds. 
 
 * Page 103— "As poet-legends of the Holy Grail." 
 
 Sir Galahad, another knight-errant of Arthur's court, conceived the idea of 
 searching for and finding the Holy Grail, or the cup of the Eucharist, out of which 
 our Lord drank at the Last Supper. Sir Galahad devoted his life to this object. 
 
 RE-UNIOX. 
 
 *+ Page 104— "Thro" Thrasabulus. Who was her devoted friend." 
 Referring to Thrasabulus, or Thrasybulus, the Athenian general, who delivered 
 his native city. from the rule of the Tiiirtt Tyrants and restored its ancient con- 
 stitution, at the same time wresting the supremacy over Greece from Sparta, that 
 the latter had held for a time (403 B. C.) 
 
 i Page 104—" Thy Healey"s watching from his glowing natal star." 
 It was a common belief in the olden time that every one (especially distin- 
 guished personages) were born under the influences of some particular stars or 
 planets, and that these luminaries served as i)remonitory agents of their lives. 
 
 § Page 104— "Were beating loudly on some dragon's fang." 
 
 Formerly it was a superstition among a certain class of people that spirits em- 
 ployed a dragon's fang as a gong, for the purpose of sounding their warnings to 
 mortals. 
 
 II Page 104 -"Like Cleopatra, ruling crowds in state." 
 
 Cleopatra was a celebrated queen of Egypt, who has been regarded as the most 
 beautiful woman of all times. Her amours with Julius Csesar and Mark Antony 
 need not be mentioned here. To avoid being led to Rome as a captive by Octavius, 
 after the disastrous battle of Actium, she allowed an asp to sting her to death. 
 
 * * Page 104—" Or famed Semiramis, in Niu'veh praised."' 
 
 Semiramis was a queen of Assyria, famous for her beauty and talents.— Nine- 
 veh was the capital of Assyria and excited the wonder and admiration of the an- 
 cients by its greatness and splendor. 
 
 ** Page 106—" Mithras hath justly answer'd," etc. 
 
 Mithras, the highest of the twenty-eight second-class divinities of the early 
 Persian Pantheon, was the Genius of the Sun and ruler of the universe, being 
 all-seeing and all-hearing, and the protector and supporter of man in this life and 
 the next. 
 
 tt Page 109— "And drink our fortunes in these Bacchanalia free.'" 
 Bacchanalia (from Bacchus, the God or Wine) are noisy festivals, which are 
 in keeping with the character of the deity in whose name they are held. 
 
 X t Page 110—" Is from our Healey, living but to bless." 
 
 Verily it is that he who struggles for the rights of man bestows a blessing upon 
 posterity that it can only repay but by keeping its inheritance inviolate from the 
 oppressor's rod. 
 
 elegy on the death of eric. 
 
 * Page 111—" Sweet Philomela sings her nightly song." 
 Philomela is the nightingale. 
 
 t Page 111—" Veil Luna's count'nance in the blue expanse." 
 Luna, in mythology, is the moon. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 t Page 112— •• Rear'd as a Dryad," etc. 
 
 The Dryads were an inferior order of deities in the Grecian mythology. They 
 were considered the guardians of the larger kinds of forest trees. 
 
 § Page 113—" Great gifts beyond the dreamer's sanguine hope." 
 It is .said that Solomon, when he became king of Israel, prayed to God to give 
 him only wisdom that he could rule wisely his people; and in granting this re- 
 quest, Jehovah gave him in addition great wealth, power and glory, which dazzled 
 even the eyes of those who were accustomed to such opulence. 
 
 II Page 113—" Is Lincoln's Star within our Western World." 
 The life of Abraham Lincoln furnishes another eloquent example of an ambi- 
 tions spirit battling with adverse fortune and finally surmounting all difficulties in 
 his upward march to fame, that will be the pride and glory of his country through- 
 out succeeding ages. 
 
 ** Page 116— Solon— Lycurgus. 
 
 Solon was the most famous of the Athenian law-givers, and to him was Athens 
 indebted for her laws which, if not perfect, were perhai>s tlir lust that could have 
 been desired under the circumstances. He was born .iIkjiu tiiis H. <;., the date of 
 his death being uncertain. Solon was classed among the seven wise men of 
 Greece.— Lycurgus, the Spartan law-giver, has a history so mythical that it seems 
 unreasonable : yet, withal, he gave Sparta laws that existed for many centuries. 
 He flourished about 800 B. C. 
 
 tt Page 116— "Or Wisdom's body of Colossal minds," etc. 
 Any thing great is colossal, and what has been greater than the intellect com- 
 posing the Continental Congress? 
 
 ii Page 117— "The world hath never out of greater fame," etc. 
 
 Apropos of this statement, here is a quotation from a speech delivered by the 
 Earl of Chatham in the House of Lords, Jan. 20, 1775, in favor of the removal of 
 the British troops from Boston : " For myself," said he, " I must declare and avow, 
 that, in all my reading and observation, and it has been my favorite study,— I have 
 read Thucydides, and have studied and admired the master states of the world— 
 that, for solidity of reasoning, force of sagacity, and wisdom of conclusion, under 
 such a complication of difficult circumstances, no nation or body of men can 
 stand in preference to the general Congress at Philadelphia." 
 
 S § Page 117—" Ko: here we see a TuUy in an one," etc. 
 
 Patrick Henry, whose magnificent oration, closing with the words, " Give me 
 liberty, or give me death," has never been surpassed.— Tully was Marcus TuUius 
 Cicero, the great Koman orator. 
 
 II I Page 117— "A Coeur-de-Lion in another sou," etc. 
 
 General Anthony Wayne, the hero of Stony Point. — Cteur-de-Lion (Lion 
 Hearted) was Richard III., of England. 
 
 1 Page 117— "A dying Hampden of our "Starry Flag," etc. 
 
 General Joseph Warren, who fell at the battle of Bunker Hill, mortally 
 wounded.— John Hampden, the English patriot, received a death wound in the 
 fight at Chalgrove Field in 1643. 
 
 2 Page 117— "A great O'Connell," etc. 
 
 John Adams, the second President of the United States.— Daniel O'Connell, a 
 gifted son of Ireland, was a brilliant orator and sturdy defender of the rights of 
 his unfortunate country. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 3 Page 117— '-A dariug Wallace, tho' of roughen'd tongue," etc. 
 
 Eathen Allen, who, on the 10th of May, 1775, " surprised Ticonderoga with a 
 handful of Green Mountain boys, and demanded its surrender 'in the name of the 
 great Jehovah and the Continental Congress.' The fortress yielded."— Sir Will- 
 iam Wallace was a great Scotch hero. 
 
 4 Page 117— "At Valley Forge, thro" heavy snows, to die," etc. 
 
 The sufferings of the Contini^ntal Army under Washington at Valley Forge 
 are familiar to every reader of American history. 
 
 5 Page 117—" At sultry Monmouth and the Braudywine." 
 
 The battle at Brandy wine Creek was fought Sept. 11, 1777; that at Monmouth, 
 June 28, 1778. 
 
 6 Page 117— "And Yorktown saw their glorious valor shine," etc. 
 Yorktown was the final place to which Lord Cornwallis was compelled to retire, 
 
 and where he was besieged by the combined French and American forces, surren- 
 dering Oct. 19, 1781. 
 
 7 Page 118— "And check'd his bragging with a triumph then." 
 
 It was customary wth Cornwallis to boast about " bagging the fox," in refer- 
 ring to Washington and his army ; but the set-back he received at Yorktown for ever 
 put a quietus upon him. 
 
 8 Page 118— "With Herod"s, blackness to the latest day." 
 
 Herod the Great, who was confirmed king of Judea by Augustus, is remem-- 
 bered only for his cruelties and oppressions. It was he who ordered the murder of 
 the infants at Bethlehem, thinking that he might thereby cause the death of Jesus. 
 
 Page 118— Judas— Arnold. 
 
 Judas Iscariot has come down to us through history as the betrayer of the Son 
 OF Man for thirty pieces of silver.— Benedict Arnold, for his treachery to the Amer- 
 ictiu cause, has been styled a Judas. 
 
 10 Page 118— "Demosthenes, who scornd the bid," etc. 
 
 Demosthenes, the great Athenian orator, was a thorough patriot who, through 
 his splendid oratory, strove to arouse his apathetic countrymen against the mach- 
 inations of Philip of Macedon, father of Alexander the Great. His Philijjpics are 
 marvels of fiery invective and oratorical power. 
 interlude. 
 
 * Page 120— "A strong Goliath in his mail." 
 
 The famous Goliath, whom David slew with pebbles from a brook, was a native 
 of Gath, one of the five chief cities of the Philistines. Goliath was of a gigantic 
 stature. 
 
 + Page 121— "The Ottoman of far Stamboul." 
 
 Constantinople is called Stamboul or Istamboul by the Turks. It was originally 
 called Byzantium. The Emperor Constautine made it his capital in 330 A. D., the 
 Turks taking it in 14.53.— Ottoman, or Osmauli, is the proper name of the Turk. 
 
 i Page 121— "The princes of Ashantee black." 
 
 Ashantee, or Ashanti, is a negro kingdom in Western Africa, on the north of 
 the Gold Coast. The natives are a sanguinary race, though very intelligent. 
 
 § Page 122 -"Pass underneath this hated thing," etc. 
 
 It was the custom of many conquerors of the olden time to make the nations 
 whom they overcame to pass beneath a huge yoke as indicative of their utter sub- 
 mission to the former's rule. 
 
NOTES. 223 
 
 I Page 122— Tasso. 
 
 Torquato Tasso, author of Oerusalemme Liberata, a heroic record of the con- 
 quest of Jerusalem by the Crusaders under Godfrey of Bouillon, was one of the 
 greatest poets of Italy. He was born at Sorrento, in Naples, March 11, 1544, and 
 died April 25, 1595. 
 
 ** Page 123—" From ' neath a Bishop's garments white." 
 
 Cardinal Thomas Wolsey was born in 1471 at Ipswich, county of Suffolk, En- 
 gland. He was the son of a butcher. Through craftiness and what not he suc- 
 ceeded in raising himself and virtually became the ruler of England under Henry 
 VIII. However, he fell into disfavor at last and was stripped of all his honors. 
 He died in November, 1530. Wolsey had held the offices of dean, bishop, arch- 
 bishop and cardinal altogether. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 THE COMRADE BRAVE. 
 
 * Page 127. 
 
 The Comrade Brave was written at the age of 16. 
 
 THE OCEAN WAVE. 
 
 * Page 131. 
 
 The Ocean Wave was written at 16. 
 
 BUNKER HILL. 
 
 * Page 133. 
 
 Bunker Hill was written at 16. 
 
 •t Page 1:33—" While America's weak army so bravely did stand." 
 The American army, under Colonel William Prescott, only numbered 1,000 
 men, whereas the British, led by Sir William Howe, had 3,000 in their assaulting 
 columns on that memorable 17th day of June, 1775. Over 1,000 Britons fell in the 
 engagement, while the American loss was but 145. 
 
 i Page i;34— " So grand stood the warriors on Bunker's green crest." 
 It is a misnomer to call this fight the battle of Bunker Hill, seeing that it in 
 reality occurred on Breed's Hill, which was nearer Boston. At first the Americans 
 intended to throw up redoubts on the former hill, but through a mistake on the 
 part of somebody the latter was chosen as the battle-ground. 
 
 NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 
 
 * Page 138—" Still Hodgson is a Stoic tight." 
 
 The Stoics were a sect of ancient moralists, founded by Zeno, of Cittium, in 
 Cyprus, who were opposed to the Epicureans in their views of life. Their system 
 was derived from that of the Cynics, whose founder, Antisthenes, was a disciple 
 of Socrates. The Stoic doctrine, summed up, is an indifference to pleasure or 
 pain. 
 
 II Page 143— "He's full of Faerae Queenes and loves." 
 
 In the ages of superstition many people believed that there were numerous 
 fairies with beautiful queens. Edmund Spenser sings of them in his Faery 
 Queen. 
 
 X Page 145— "Imagines this, the Country Jake." 
 
 "Country Jake" is a vulgar phrase, common with some people, to denote a 
 rustic, or one who lives in the country and is unused to city ways and manners. 
 
224 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 § Page 152— "To th' land of Somnns is he going." 
 Somnus is sleep. 
 
 ;| Page 161—" ' Tis like tlie bawling Murphyites." 
 
 Francis Murphy, the great temperance advocate, has giiined many followers in 
 his line of reform. 
 
 ** Page 162— "Return they to t^e Ribbonites." 
 
 The Ribbonites were a temperance baud some years ago whose members wore 
 a blue ribbon as an insignia of their faith. 
 
 * * Page 163—" The aeraphoue has done it ' brown.' " 
 
 The seraphone is an invention by Thomas A. Edison, the great electrician, 
 which can repeat any sound with precision that is made near it. The phonograph, 
 however, is meeting with more success nowadays than the seraphone. 
 
 ti Page 163—" 'Two Forty's! ' yelled in the fun." 
 
 Two Forty, or 2:40, was considered fast time for horses by our forefathers; 
 hence the expression became colloquial. 
 
 §§ Page 163— "Say, taketh Blue Glass when you're under," etc. 
 
 Blue Glass was a "fad" or "craze" among many people some ten or twelve 
 years ago, who believed that the rays of the sun passing through blue glass would 
 cure rheumatism and kindred diseases. 
 
 it II Page 164—" Something alike the Potter famed." 
 
 The Potter investigating committee was a very sensational affair several years 
 back, proving a veritable nightmare to a certain statesman, now deceased. 
 
 1 Page 164—" When in a Madame Restell's claw." 
 
 Madame Restell was a notorious character for many years, who fattened off the 
 virtue of others. 
 
 2 Page 16.J— " Set up a Mrs. Jenks to sight." 
 
 Mrs. Jenks, a dashing widow on the shady side of life, was employed as a clerk 
 in one of the Government departments when she became mixed up in the Potter 
 investigation. 
 
 3 Page 165— "All sects and creeds in Cupid's eye." 
 
 Cupid, or the Greek Eros, was the God of Love, who, produced without par- 
 ents, was therefore one of the first of beings. Yet, however, some held that he 
 was an offspring of Earth and Heaven. He is always represented as a rosy, 
 plump-cheeked boy armed with bows and arrows. 
 
 4 Page 167— "It Is Delmonico's superb." 
 Delmonico is a famous restaurateur of New York City. 
 
 5 Page 168—" Let old Belshazzar be outvied." 
 
 Belshazzar, or Belsazar, was the last king of the Chaldaean dynasty that reigned 
 in Babylon. He was overthrown by Cyrus the Great and " his kingdom passed 
 away," as foretold by Daniel, who deciphered the mysterious writing on the wall 
 which warned the monarch of his impending doom. 
 
 6 Page 168—" Or ' splurge ' of Eighty Lord and dame," etc. 
 
 Mrs. Hicks, now known to the world as Mrs. Hicks-Lord, wedded Mr. Lord (hei 
 second old husband) when he was 80 odd years old. 
 
7 Page 168— "Drew's Ribbouites' quality." 
 
 JoBn W. Drew appeared to be a great leader among the Blue Ribbouites about 
 twelve years ago. 
 
 8 Page 168— "A lover's joy in Mexico. " 
 
 Travelers say that many young people of the Mexican Republic indulge freely 
 in the social glass, and that it is no uucommou thing to see two lovers (senor and 
 senorita) the worse for li(iuor, which ends in a beastly state of intoxication. 
 
 A THANKSGIVING ODE. 
 
 * Page 173 -"To noble Cere's evermore." 
 
 Ceres (among the Greeks Demeter, daughter of Chronos or Saturn) was sym- 
 bolical of the growth of grain. The Greeks and Romans worshipped her with 
 harvest songs and festivals. 
 
 + Page 176— "Did captive Israel, while in Goshen's land," etc. 
 Goshen was the territory to which the children of Israel were relegated during 
 their sojourn in Egypt. 
 
 t Page 176— "Did suffering victims to a Carthage, too," etc. 
 The Carthaginians made a practice of offering human beings as sacrifices to 
 their god Moloch. 
 
 THE STRIPE AND STAR. 
 
 * Page 183— " Her /Egis.o'er your fires." 
 
 ^gis was the shield that Vulcan made for Hercules." 
 
 t Page 183— "Of Roman climes and Roman might," etc. 
 The golden eagle was also au emblem of the Romans. 
 
 O BRYANT. 
 
 * Page 187— "When sounds thy battle-hymn." 
 Alluding to Bryant's thrilling poem. Our Country's Call. 
 
 t Page 188—" Yet thou'lt accept them, Sire," etc. 
 
 Bryant was regarded with exceeding veneration by the public. 
 
 X Page 188—" 'When sous of Poesy came," etc. 
 
 Many an one has it been that William CuUen Bryant aided with help and coun- 
 sel, which served to start them on an honorable career of usefulness and pros- 
 perity. 
 
 § Page 189— "May sing what we have wrote." 
 
 When a child the author has often listened attentively to the wonderful stories 
 that were told by older persons of angel choirs singing human anthems in praise 
 of God while winging their flight in mid-air during the (juiet hours of night. 
 
 B Page 190— "The Death of Flowers, behold." 
 
 In reference to Bryant's beautiful poem entitled The Death of the Flowers. 
 
 ** Page 190— "Recall thy Thanatos to mind,'' etc. 
 
 Thanatopsis. a Latin term meaning "A view of Death," or "Reflectious on 
 Death," is a noble poem by Bryant, written at 18 years of age. 
 
 1 1 Page 190—" And Song Beyond the Stars.'" 
 
 Bryant's Song of the Stars is a magnificent production. 
 
2 26 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 OUR FALLEN BRAVE. 
 
 * Page 194— "A Theseus-legion ' gainst miserable crime." 
 
 Theseus was a celebrated personage in the heroic period of Greece, who pos- 
 sessed great valor, strength and chivalry, and, like Hercules, performed many mar- 
 velous exploits. The legend usually makes him the son of .Egeus, king of Athens, 
 by JEthra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen. He consolidated the twelve petty 
 commonwealths of Attica, founded the Isthmian games and many other institu- 
 tions, and was the promoter of every good action and a terror of every bad one. 
 
 t Page 194—" There's where the first heroes did fall." 
 
 That is, in a battle between the North and the South ; but the first blood of the 
 war was spilt in the streets of Baltimore on April 19, 1861 (the anniversary of the 
 fight at Lexington in 1T7.5,) when the Sixth Massachusetts Regiment was attacked 
 by a furious mob. The battle of Bull Run, or Manassas, was fought on Sunday, 
 .July 21, 1861, resulting in the complete rout of the Union forces. 
 
 X Page 194— "Then there is the Seven Days" Fight," etc. 
 
 This fight occurred in 1862 as follows: Williamsburg, May 5; Fair Oaks or 
 Seven Pines, May 31: .Mechanicsville, June 26; Gaines's Farm. June 27; Savage's 
 Station, June 29; Glendale or Frazier's Farm, June 30; Malvern Hill, July 1. 
 
 § Page 195—" Did Shiloh her terrors uprear." 
 This battle was fought March 14 and 15, 1862. 
 
 II Page 196—" Where famous Chantilly," etc. 
 Fought Sept. 2, 1862. 
 
 ** Page 196— "When giant Antietam assumes," etc. 
 
 The battle of Antietam, or Sharpsburg, took place Sept. 17, 1862. 
 
 tt Page 196— "At Fredericksburg, all shockingly steep'd," etc. 
 Fought Dec. 13, 1862. 
 
 i X Page 196—" And Chancellorsville can infallibly show," etc. 
 A great battle, fought on the 2d and 3d of May, 1863. 
 
 § § Page 197— Gettysburg. 
 
 This terrible engagement occurred July 1, 2 and 3, 1863. 
 
 FRAGMENTS. 
 
 * Page 199— "No North, no South, no East, no West," etc. 
 The author has adapted these four lines from the following: 
 
 " Hurrah 1 Hurrah! It shakes the wave, 
 
 It thunders on the shore, — 
 One flag, one land, one heart, one hand. 
 
 One Nation evermore ! " 
 
 QUATRAINS. 
 
 * Page 201—" Before thy Pegasus hath fame," etc. 
 
 Pegasus, as here used, is the horse of the Muses, which is a modern as well as 
 an erroneous idea. Originally Pegasus, in Greek mythology, was a winged horse 
 that arose with Chrysaor from the blood of the Gorgon Medusa, when she was slain 
 by Perseus. He afterwards ascended to heaven where, it was said, he carried the 
 lightning and thunder of Zeus. * 
 
ADDENDA. 227 
 
 ADDENDA. 
 
 § Page 16— "Yes! curses nine upon his head,"' etc. 
 
 This was a favorite mode of expression among the ancients when anathematiz- 
 ing any one who incurred their displeasure. 
 
 §§ Page 70— "Thafs flll'd with Belial's damned ghost." 
 
 Belial was the Spirit of Evil among the Jews, who corresponds in some par- 
 ticulars with the Greek Pluto, the ruler of darkness in the underworld. Belial is a 
 Hebrew word, signifying wickedness, or idle and unprofitable employments. 
 
 On page 84, in the last line but one from the bottom, the author should have 
 said, 
 
 "Now sate his thirsting for red Moloch's god." 
 
 In Canto LVII.. on page 153, the first line should read: 
 " For hours lay our Hodgson there." 
 
 The author had it in mind to say (but did not), on page 196, in the fourth line 
 of the first canto, the following: 
 
 " Uplifteth her bloody, red crest." 
 
 There is a slight chronological transposition in regards to the Skven Days' 
 Fight before Richmond and the battle of Shilnh, or Pittsburgh Landing, which 
 the author thought hardly nece.ssary to rectify, since either way would serve his 
 purpose as well. 
 

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