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“O name him not,” the Queen exclaim'd, “the
false, the recreant slave, “ But be his memory buried deep within the silent
grave; “ And as he lived a traitor's life, and met a catiff's
doom, “O let his faults lie hidden far within the traitor's
“ For none on earth doth truly know my secret pain
and strife, “ And how I prayed that Heaven would grant excuse
to save his life; “And had he only ask'd for grace, nor all my love
withstood, “My woman's heart had pardon'd him, though
Justice claim'd his blood.” Then deep convulsive pangs once more the dying
Countess shook, She cast upon her injured Queen a meek, imploring
“ And oh,” she cried, “ sweet mistress mine, for
Jesu's sake forgive, “ As thou with all his saints in bliss would'st hence
forth hope to live. “ Lord Essex was most penitent, but not from craven
fear, “ His love and duty prompted him to shed the bitter “He bade me seek thy face and strive to turn thy
“ And • Essex dies a penitent was all he bade me
“And take,' he cried, this signet ring that our
sweet lady gave, “ And said, if sent to her, that pledge, her richest
boon might crave;' “But a rival's hatred prompted me to do a deadly
thing, “I spoke Lord Essex fair, but false, and kept from
you the ring.” « Then horror seized that injured Queen, 'twas long
before she spoke, At length, in tones by fury lent her maddened feelings
broke ; She shook the dying Countess bard till life was nigh
to flee, And “ask for grace from Heaven,” she cried, “but
ask for none from me!" The suff'rer falls upon her couch, to pain and grief a
prey, And her maids have crowded round the Queen, and
borne her far away ; And soon the Countess sank beneath her mind and
body's pain, And the Queen hath sought her palace halls and never smiled again.
The Pebble and the Acorn.
“ I am a Pebble, and yield to none,”
None can tell of the Pebble's birtb;
But to give reproof of a nobler sort
But it was not long ere the soil was broke
prove that nothing could hide her worth,
Useless and vain, a cumberer here,
A. F. GOULD.
The Traveller's Evening Down.
FATHER, guide me! day declines,
Father! in the forest dim
Be my stay!