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Oh, then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar,
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips, 'The foe! they come! they come!'
Last noon bebeld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,
The morn the marshalling in arms,-the day
Battle's magnificently-stern array :
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, friend, foe-in one red burial blent!
THE HORSE AND THE WOLF.
WHEN nature, released from the cold icy trammels
Which winter had formed, all her lustre renews, When the gold of the cowslip each meadow enamels,
And the amethyst blends with soft emerald hues.
At this sprightly season of love and of joy,
A Horse from his stable was sent by his master, In freedom those holiday-hours t'employ,
And graze at his ease in a rich verdant pasture.
A Wolf, who was prowling in search of adventures,
The glossy, plump animal joyfully spies,
In hopes of possessing so tempting a prize.
“Ah, wert thou, stout beast,” cries the thief, “but a mutton,
In a moment that carcass I'd seize as my own ; As it is, some disguise I must artfully put on,
Before I can tear thy fat flesh from the bone.”
So gravely saluting, he questioned the steed
6 Are you here, my fair sir, for your health or your pleasure? From the symptoms, I fear you're a great invalid,
For, in health, men allow their poor nags but small leisure.
“ As a pupil of Galen, accept my assistance,
By feeling your pulse, I shall learn what your state is ; I have travelled thus far from a very great distance,
To give the afflicted my best advice gratis.
“Very choice are the wise in selecting their food,
For plants that are noxious the functions disturb all; As Solomon knew well the bad from the good,
I can point out each root in old Culpepper's Herbal.”
The Horse Isgrim's character knew by repute,
And plainly perceived what the traitor designed ; So he says,
" Learned doctor, my pains are acute, An abscess is formed in my off-foot behind.”
“ A delicate part!" quote the leash, “and indeed,
In the choice of a surgeon, 'tis well to be wary ; Allow me to touch it, and then I'll proceed,
Like a perfect adept in the art veter'nary.
“ But first of your pain let's examine the cause”
The Horse launch'd his heels, and no kick could be kinder, It crushed to a mummy the hypocrite's jaws,
And dashed from their sockets each holder and grinder.
“ All this I deserve (said the Wolf, full of sadness)
In the trade of a butcher, I'd been quite at home, ah! To change my profession was absolute madness
Who dares kill a patient without a diploma ?”'
THE JESTER CONDEMNED TO DEATH.
One of the Kings of Scanderoon,
A Royal Jester
Who used to pester
needs some sense to play the fool, Which wholesome rule Occurr'd not to our jackanapes,
Who consequently found his freaks Lead to innumerable scrapes,
And quite as many kicks and tweaks, Which only seemed to make him faster Try the patience of his master.
Some sin at last, beyond all measure,
Of his serene and raging highness.
Or had intruded on the shyness
Exclaimed, “ 'Tis time to stop your breath; Thy doom is seal’d, presumptuous slave!
Thou art condemned to certain death.
Thy royal will be done-'tis just,' Replied the slave, and kissed the dust;
• Since my last moments to assuage, Your majesty's humane decree Has deign'd to leave the choice to me,
I'll die, so please you, of OLD AGE.'
THROUGH the mould, and through the clay,
By the bubbling rill,
Like ten thousand giants snoring!
Now a crossway-now a bridge-
Glimpse of lonely hut and mapsion,
And a roll !
THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES.
What were they? you ask. You shall presently see;
The first thing he tried was the head of Voltaire,
Next time he put in Alexander the Great,
A long row of alms-houses, amply endowed,
By further experiments (no matter how)
At last the whole world was bowl'd in at the grate,
THERE lived in a village, not far from a river,