Living or dead.-When last we heard of him, He was in slavery among the Moors pon the Barbary coast.-'Twas not a little That would bring down his spirit; and no doubt, Eefore it ended in his death, the Youth Was sadly crossed.-Poor Leonard! when we parted, He took me by the hand, and said to me, Leonard. If that day Should come, 'twould needs be a glad day for him; He would himself, no doubt, be happy then Priest. And that he had one Brother Priest. That is but 1 fellow-tale of sorrow. From his youth That, though he was not of a timid nature, In him was somewhat checked; and, when his Was gone to sea, and he was left alone, Leonard. But these are all the graves of fullgrown men ! Priest. Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took him to us; He was the child of all the dale-he lived Three months with one, and six months with another: And wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love: Aad many, many happy days were his. it, whether blithe or sad, 'tis my belief is absent Brother still was at his heart. And, when he dwelt beneath our roof, we found A practice till this time unknown to him) That often, rising from his bed at night, He in his sleep would walk about, and sleeping He sought his brother Leonard.-You are moved! Forgive me, Sir: before I spoke to you, But this Youth, How did he die at last? Priest. One sweet May-morning, (It will be twelve years since when Spring returns) He had gone forth among the new-dropped lambs, With two or three companions, whom their course Of occupation led from height to height ider a cloudless sun-till he, at length, through weariness, or, haply, to indulge The humour of the moment, lagged behind. You see yon precipice-it wears the shape Of a vast building made of many crags: And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vale, Upon its aëry summit crowned with heath," The loiterer, not unnoticed by his comrades, Lay stretched at ease; but, passing by the place On their return, they found that he was gone. No ill was feared; till one of them by chance Entering, when evening was far spent, the house Which at that time was James's home, there learned That nobody had seen him al! that day: The morning came, and still he was unheard of: The neighbours were alarmed, and to the brook Some hastened: some ran to the lake: ere noon They found him at the foot of that same rock Dead, and with mangled limbs. The third day 'after I buried him, poor Youth, and there he lies! Leonard. And that then is his grave!-Before his death You say that he saw many happy years? Leonard. And all went well with him?Priest. If he had one, the youth had twenty yard gate, As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round, The Vicar did not hear the words: and now, That Leonard would partake his homely fare: Whence by our shepherds it is called THE But added, that, the evening being calm, PILLAR. He would pursue his journey. So they parted. It was not long ere Leonard reached a grove That overhung the road: he there stopped short, And, sitting down beneath the trees, reviewed And thoughts which had been his an hour before, He travelled back to Egremont: and thence, them; ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. (SEE THE CHRONICLE OF GEOFFREY OF MON- To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. And Albion's giants quelled, A brood whom no civility could melt, She flung her blameless child, So speaks the Chronicle, and tells of Lear Nor can the winds restore his simple gift. And he, recovering sense, upon her breast Which yet he brandishes for future war, What wonder, then, if in such ample field Now, gentle Muses, your assistance grant, That, wanting not wild grace, are from all mischief free! A KING more worthy of respect and love Than wise Gorbonian ruled not in his day; And grateful Britain prospered far above All neighbouring countries through his righteous sway; He poured rewards and honours on the good; The oppressor he withstood; And while he served the Gods with reverence due "Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er Fields smiled, and temples rose, and towns and had felt." O, happy Britain ! region all too fair Grew many a poisonous weed; Hence, and how soon! that war of vengeance waged By Guendolen against her faithless lord; Had slain his paramour with ruthless sword: cities grew. He died, whom Artegal succeeds-his son; From realm to realm the humbled Exile went, And, tired with slights his pride no more could brook, He towards his native country cast a longing look. Fair blew the wished-for wind-the voyage sped; He landed; and, by many dangers scared, "Poorly provided, poorly followed,' To Calaterium's forest he repaired. How changed from him who, born to highest | Were this same spear, which in my hand I place, Had swayed the royal mace, And from their secret loyalty requires Behold the hunter train! He bids his little company advance grasp, The British sceptre, here would I to thee While thou art roving, wretched and forlorn, Thy couch the dewy earth, thy roof the forest thorn!" Then Artegal thus spake: "I only sought Full soon this generous purpose thou may'st rue, undo. Who, when a crown is fixed upon his head, With seeming unconcern and steady counte- Would balance claim with claim, and right with But thou-I know not how inspired, how ledWouldst change the course of things in all men's sight! And this for one who cannot imitate Thy virtue, who may hate: For, if, by such strange sacrifice restored, He reign, thou still must be his king and sovereign lord; Lifted in magnanimity above Long, strict, and tender was the embrace he Aught that my feeble nature could perform, gave, Feebly returned by daunted Artegal ;. The attendant lords withdrew; "By heavenly Powers conducted, we have met; -O Brother! to my knowledge lost so long, But neither lost to love, nor to regret, Nor to my wishes lost;-forgive the wrong, (Such it may seem) if I thy crown have borne, Thy royal mantle worn: I was their natural guardian; and 'tis just A while the astonished Artegal stood mute, This will I here avow, not dreading thy despite." At this blest moment led me, if I speak wreak ! Or even conceive; surpassing me in love A shadow in a hated land, while all "Believe it not," said Elidure; "respect Nor shall thy foes deny That, in the gracious opening of thy reign, And what if o'er that bright unbosoming tain coves. But is that gloom dissolved, how passing clear For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone; Proof shalt thou furnish that misfortune, pain, And sorrow, have confirmed thy native right to reign |