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the past :
To paint that being to a grovelling mind He knew it not preparing to embark, Were like portraying pictures to the blind. But felt extinct his comfort's latest spark, 'Twas needful even infectiously to feel When, 'midst those numbered days she made Her temper’s fond and firmand gladsome zeal,
repair To share existence with her, and to gain Again to kindred worthless of her care; Sparks from her love's electrifying chain, 'I'is true she said the tidings she should Of that pure pride, which less'ning to her
Would make her absence on his heart sit Life's ills, gave all its joys a treble zest,
light; Before the mind completely understood But, haplessly, revealed not yet her plan, That mighty truth-how happy are the And left him in his home a lonely man.
Thus damped in thoughts, he mused upon Even when her light forsook him it
bequeathed 'Twas long since he had heard from UDOLPH Ennobling sorrow; and her memory breathed
last, A sweetness that survived her living days And deep misgivings on his spirit fell, As odorous scents outlast the censer's blaze. That all with UDOLPH's household was not Or if a trouble dimmed their golden joy,
well. 'Twas outward dross, and not infused alloy: 'Twas that too true prophetic mood of fear Their home knew but affection's looks and That augurs griefs inevitably near,
Yet makes them not less startling to the mind, A little Heaven, above dissension's reach. When come. Least looked-for then of human But 'midst Ker kindred there was strife and
His UDOLPI ('twas, he thought at first, his Save one congenial sister, they were all
sprite) Such foils to her bright intellect and grace, With mournful joy that morn surprised his As if she had engrossed the virtue of her
How changed was UDOLPH! Scarce THEODRIC Her nature strove the unnatural feuds to
Inquire his tidings,-he revealed the worst. Her wisdom made the weak to her appeal; At first, he said, as Julia bade me tell, And though the wounds she cured were She bore her fate high-mindedly and well,
soon unclosed, Resolved from common eyes her grief to hide, Unwearied still her kindness interposed. And from the world's compassion saved our Oft on those errands though she went, in
But still her health gave way to secret woe, And home, a blank without her, gave him And long she pined-for broken hearts die pain
slow! He bore her absence for its pious end.- Her reason went, but came returning, like But public grief his spirit came to bend; The warning of her death-hour-soon to For war laid waste his native land once
And all for which she now, poor sufferer! And German honour bled at ev'ry pore.
bighs, Oh! were he there, he thought, to rally Is once to see THEODRIC ere she dies.
Why should I come to tell you this caprice? One broken band, or perish in the wrack! Forgive me! for my mind has lost its peace. Nor think that CONSTANCE bought to move I blame myself, and ne'er shall cease to or melt
blame, His purpose: like herself she spoke and That my insane ambition for the name
Of brother to THEODRIC founded all Your fame is mine, and I will bear all woe Those high-built hopes that crush'd her by Except its loss !—but with you let me go
their fall. To arm you for, to embrace you from the I made her slight a mother's counsel sage,
But now my parents droop with grief and age; Harm will not reach me hazards will And though my sister's eyes mean no rebuke,
They overwhelm me with their dying look. He knew those hazards better; one campaign The journey's long, but you are full of ruth; In England he conjured her to remain, And she who shares your heart, and knows And she expressed assent, although her heart
its truth, In secret bad resolved they should not part. Has faith in your affection, far above
How oft the wisest on misfortune's shelves The fear of a poor dying object's love.Are wrecked by errors most unlike them- She has, my UDOLPH, he replied, 'tis true;
And oft we talk of Julia-ost of you. That little fault, that fraud of love's romance, Their converse came abruptly to a close ; That plan's concealment, wrought their for scarce could each his troubled looks whole mischance.
When visitants, to Constance near akin, Some ailment lurked, even whilst she smiled, (In all but traits of soul) were ushered in.
to mock They brought not her,nor midst their kindred His fears of harm from yester-morning's band
shock. The sister who alone, like her, was bland; Meanwhile a faithful page he singled out, But said—and smiled to see it gave him To watch at home, and follow straight his pain-
route, That ConstANCE would a fortnight yet If aught of threatened change her health remain.
should show : Vexed by their tidings, and the haughty view - With UDOLPH then he reached the house They cast on Udolph as the youth withdrew,
of woe. THEODRIC blamed his ConstANCE's intent.- That winter's eve how darkly Nature's The demons went, and left him as they went,
brow To read, when they were gone beyond recall, Scowled on the scenes it lights so lovely A note from her loved hand, explaining all.
now! She said, that with their house she only staid The tempest, raging o'er the realms of ice, That parting peace might with them all be Shook fragments from the rifted precipice;
And whilst their falling echoed to the wind, But prayed for love to share his foreign life, The wolf's long howl in dismal discord joined, And shun all future chance of kindred strife. While white yon water's foam was raised in He wrote with speed, his soul's consent to say:
clouds The letter miss'd her on her homeward way. That whirled like spirits wailing in their In six hours CONSTANCE was within his arms:
shrouds: Moved, flushed, unlike her wonted calm of Without was Nature's elemental din
And beauty died, and friendship wept, within ! And breathless—with uplifted hand out- Sweet Julia, though her fate was finished spread
half, Burst into tears upon his neck, and said, - Still knew him-smiled on him with feeble I knew that those who brought your message
And blest him, till she drew her latest sigh! With poison of their own to point the shaft; But lo! while Udolph's bursts of agony, And this my one kind sister thought, yet And age’s tremulous wailings,round him rose,
What accents pierced him deeper yet than Confessed she feared 'twas true you had
those ! been wroth. 'T'was tidings-by his English messenger But here you are, and smile on me: my pain of Constance-brief and terrible they were. Is gone, and Constance is herself again. She still was living when the page set out His ecstacy, it may be guessed, was much, From home, but whether now, was left in Yet pain's extreme and pleasure's seemed
doubt. to touch.
Poor Julia! saw he then thy death’s reliefWhat pride! embracing beauty's perfect Stunned into stupor more than wrung with mould;
grief? What terror! lest his few rash words, mis- It was not strange; for in the human breast
Two master-passions cannot co-exist, Had agonized her pulse to fever's heat: And that alarm which now usurped his brain But calmed again so soon it healthful beat, Shut out not only peace, but other pain. And such sweet tones were in her voice's 'Twas fancying Constance underneath the sound,
shroud Composed herself, she breathed composure That covered Julia made him first weep loud,
And tear himself away from them that wept. Fair being! with what sympathetic grace Fast hurrying homeward, night nor day he She heard, bewailed and pleaded Julia's case;
slept, Implored he would her dying wish attend, Till, launched at sea, he dreamt that his And go, she said, to-morrow with your
soul's, saint friend;
Clung to him on a bridge of ice, pale, faint, I'll wait for your return on England's shore, O'er cataracts of blood. Awake, he bless'd And then we'll cross the deep and part no The shore; nor hope left utterly his breast,
Till reaching home, terrific omen! there To-morrow both his soul's compassion The straw-laid street preluded his despair
The servant's look-the table that revealed To Julia's call, and Constance urged anew His letter sent to Constance last, still sealed, That not to heed her now would be to bind Though speech and hearing left him, told A load of pain for life upon his mind.
too clear He went with UDOLPH- from his Constance that he had now to suffer--not to fear.
He felt as if he ne'er should cease to fcelStifling, alas ! a dark presentiment. A wretch live-broken on misfortune's wheel:
Her death's cause—he might make his peace | And when your grief's first transports shall with Heaven,
subside, Absolved from guilt, but never self-forgiven. I call upon your strength of soul and pride
The ocean has its ebbings—80 has grief. To pay my memory, if 'tis worth the debt, 'Twas vent to anguish, if 'twas not relief, Love's glorying tribute—not forlorn regret: To lay his brow even on her death-cold cheek. I charge my name with power to conjure up Then first he heard her one kind sister speak: Reflection's balmy, not its bitter cup. She bade him, in the name of Heaven, forbear My pard’ning angel, at the gates of Heaven, With self-reproach to deepen his despair: Shall look not more regard than you have 'Twas blame, she said, I shudder to relate,
given But none of yours, that caused our darling's To me; and our life's union has been clad
In smiles of bliss as sweet as life e'er had. Her mother (must I call her such?) foresaw, Shall gloom be from such bright rememShould Coņstance leave the land, she would
brance cast ? withdraw
Shall bitterness outflow from sweetness past? Our House's charm against the world's No! imaged in the sanctuary of your breast,
There let me smile, amidst high thoughts The only gem that drew it some respect.
at rest; Hence, when you went, she came and vainly And let contentment on your spirit shine,
As if its peace were still a part of mine: To change her purpose-grew incensed, and For if you war not proudly with your pain,
For you I shall have worse than lived in vain. With execrations from her kneeling child. But I conjure your manliness to bear Start not! your angel from her knee rose My loss with noble spirit—not despair:
I ask you by our love to promise this, Feared that she should not long the scene And kiss these words, where I have left a kiss,
The latest from my living lips for yours.”Yet bade even you the unnatural one forgive. Words that will solace him while life Till then her ailment had been slight,or none;
endures: But fast she dropped, and fatal pains came on: For though his spirit from affliction's sarge Foreseeing their event, she dictated Could ne'er to life, as life had been, emerge, And signed these words for you. The letter Yet still that mind whose harmony elate
Rang sweetness, even beneath the crush of “Thkodric, this is destiny above
fate,Our power to baffle; bear it then, my love! That mind in whose regard all things were Rave not to learn the usage I have borne,
placed For one true sister left me not forlorn; In views that softened them, or lights that And though you 're absent in another land,
graced, Sent from me by my own well-meant That soul's example could not but dispense
A portion of its own blessed influence; Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine Invoking him to peace, and that self-sway As these clasped hands in blessing you now Which Fortune cannot give, nor take away:
And though he mourned her long, 'twas with Shape not imagined horrors in my fate
such woe, Even now my sufferings are not very great;| As if her spirit watched him still below.
MISCELLANEOUS PO E MS.
LOCHIEL'S WARNING. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom
and crown; WIZARD.-LOCHIEL.
Woe, woe to the riders that trample them
Prond Cumberland prances, insulting the
slain, LOCHIEL! LOCHIEL, beware of the day And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle
the plain. array!
But hark! through the fast-flashing lightFor a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,
ning of war, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in What stced to the desart flies frantic and fight.
'Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall | They are true to the last of their blood and await,
their breath, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at And like reapers descend to the harvest of the gate.
death. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there; Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
shock! Weep Albin! to death and captivity led ! Let him dash his proud foam, like a wave Oh weep! but thy tears cannot number the
on the rock! dead:
But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, For a merciless sword on Culloden shall When Albin her claymore indignantly draws;
When her bonneted chieftains to victory Colloden! that recks with the blood of the
crowdbrave. Clamanald the dauntless, and Moray the
proud, All plaided and plumed in their tartan-array
Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling
scer! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!
For dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. But man cannot cover what God would reveal
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring WIZARD.
With the blood-hounds that bark for thy Ha! laughst thou, Lochiel, my vision to
fugitive king scorn?
Lo! anointed by Heaven with the vials of Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall
wrath, be torn ?
Behold where he flies on his desolate path! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from From his home, in the dark-rolling clouds
my sight: of the north?
Rise! rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his Lo! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding,
flight! he rode
'Tis finished. Their thunders are hushed on Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;
the moors : But down let him stoop from his havoc on Culloden is lost, and my country deplores.
But where is the iron-bound prisoner ? Ah! home let him speed-for the spoiler is
For the red eye of battle is shut in despair. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, the blast
forlorn, Those embers, like stars from the firmament Like a limb from his country cast bleeding cast?
and torn! 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully The war-drum is muffled, and black is the
Ah no! for a darker departure is near:
driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness
bier ; of heaven.
His death-bell is tolling: oh! mercy, dispel Oh, crested Lochiel! the peerless in might, Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell! Whose banners arise on the battlements Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs,
And bis blood-streaming nostril in agony Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and
swims. to burn;
Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his Return to thy dwelling! all lonely return !
feet, For the blackness of ashes shall mark where Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it it stood,
ceases to beat, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing With the smoke of its ashos to poison the brood.
False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled -Down, soothless insulter! I trust not my clan;
the tale: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms For never shall Albin a destiny meet,
So black with dishonour, so foul with retreat.
A NAVAL ODE.
Though my perishing ranks should be
HOHENLINDEN. strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten On Linden, when the sun was low, shore,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow. Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, And dark as winter was the flow While the kindling of life in his bosom Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, But Linden saw another sight, With his back to the field, and his feet to When the drum beat, at dead of night, the foe!
Commanding fires of death to light
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills, with thunder riven,
Far flashed the red artillery.
But redder yet that light shall glow
And bloodier yet the torrent flow
'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun While the stormy tempests blow;
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, While the battle rages loud and long, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun And the stormy tempests blow.
Shout in their sulph’rous canopy. The spirits of your fathers
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Shall start from every wave;
Who rush to glory or the grave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few, shall part where many meet! As ye sweep through the deep,
The snow shall be their winding-sheet, While the stormy tempests blow;
And every turf beneath their feet