With slow and steady step there came a Lady through the hall, And breathless silence chained the lips, and touched the hearts of all. I knew that queenly form again, though blighted was its bloom, I saw that grief had decked it out-an offering for the tomb! I knew the eye, though faint its light, that once so brightly shone; I knew the voice, though feeble now, that thrilled with every tone; I knew the ringlets, almost gray, once threads of living gold; -Her neck is bared-the blow is struck-the soul is passed away! The bright-the beautiful-is now a bleeding piece of clay! The dog is moaning piteously; and, as it gurgles o'er, Laps the warm blood that trickling runs unheeded to the floor! The blood of beauty, wealth, and power-the heart-blood of a queen The noblest of the Stuart race- -the fairest earth has seen,Lapped by a dog!—a solemn text!—Go, think of it alone; Then weigh, against a grain of sand, the glories of a throne! The Last Shot: A TALE OF THE INDIAN MUTINY. Three to ride and to save, one to ride and be saved— With death before and behind, through dangers many and nigh, Four to ride together, and three of the four to die. There was the Captain's daughter, a young and delicate girl, With her childlike face and shining eyes, and hair of sunniest curl; She looked like a beautiful flower, too slight to be even caressed, Yet never had hero braver heart than beat in that girlish breast. And then there was Fighting Denis-Denis, the stout of heart, Foremost in every row and brawl, and skilled in the "manly art;" Take the three altogether, the truth is, old and young, They were three o' the greatest scamps, boys, that ever deserved to be hung. What was she doing, you ask, alone with fellows like these, the way. Slowly the red moon rose, and then the sergeant spoke"Pat, look to the horses' girths; Graham, give the lady this cloak. Now, miss, be your father's daughter, our lads are close below, The horses are fresh, the road is clear, and we've only five miles to go." Then spoke the Captain's daughter, and her voice was weak but clear "I want you to promise, brave friends, while we're together here, That you'll keep the last shot for me--when each heart of hope despairs; Better to die by hands like yours than be left alive in theirs." The sergeant cleared his throat, and turned his face away; Denis, the stout of heart, had never a word to say; And Douglas grasped his hilt with a look and gesture grim, While he looked on the face o' the girl with eyes grown suddenly blurred and dim. “Oh, you'll promise me, will you not?" the weak voice pleaded again, “You will not leave me to them-you-soldiers- my father's men? For the sake of my mother in Heaven—and God and death so near Oh, father, father, you would, I know, if only you were here." "I promise." "And I." "And I." The voices were hoarse and low, And each man prayed, I ween, that the task he might not know, As out on the plain they rode swiftly and silently- The sergeant's charger led with a long and raking stride, Fire to the right and left, fire in front and rear, As the dusky demons broke from their lurking ambush near. "Noo, Denis, boot tae boot-keep close between, ye twa— We've cut her a way through waur than this, an'—"Charge!" 66 'Hurroo!" Hurrah!" As the lightning cleaves the cloud, as the tempest rends the oak, While thick and fast in fierce pursuit the Sirdar's horsemen sped, "Hit?" "Ay, here in the side." "Bad?" "Ay, bad, but a—h! I'll face yon hounds on the brae, it may gain ye a minute or Tak' twa my horse-ye may need it for her. Steady, there!—woa, there, Gem! Dinna forget your promise-yon lassie's no for them." An iron grip o' the hands-mist o'er the sergeant's sight, Alone with his God and his own brave heart, Grahame Douglas turned to die. On came Hamed, the boastful-who so sure as he, With his Siva-charmed sword, keen-edged, against the Feringhee ? Woe for Hamed, the boastful! woe the mistake he made, When he matched his sword 'gainst a Border arm and the sweep of a Border blade! Then fighting it, thrust for thrust, and fighting it, blow for blow, Till at last, where the bank fell sheer to the dusky stream below, He fell a groan-a plunge-wave circles eddying wideAnd the ne'er-dae-weel was still at last 'neath the river's turbid tide. On and over all,-over nullah and stream; On, where the serpents hiss, where the leopards' eyeballs gleam; On and on like the wind, faster and faster yet, While the iron fingers clutch the hilt, and the grinding teeth are set. "Stretch to it, gallant Selim! leap to it, Ned and Dan! Well done, brave brutes! Hurrah! Let them catch us now who can!" On and on for life-for a higher, dearer stake— For true men's chivalry-for a helpless woman's sake! A splutter of fire on the right, a flame of fire in the rear, Sore and deep the wound, but never a moan he made, And, rising up in his saddle, erect as when on parade"Pat, if you get in, report that Douglas and I are dead ; Tell them we did our duty, and mind—your promise," he said. The maiden checked her horse with a quick, wild scream of pain "O Heaven, have pity!" she sobbed, as Denis seized her rein. Then giving his last command-"Ride on !" with impatient frown, True British soldier to the last, the brave old man went down. Oh, pale the maiden's face, but her brow was calm and clear, And fierce the yells that hailed the fall of each dusky blackamoor, Till sudden the maiden's voice came shrill in agony “Oh, Denis, brave Denis, you promised you would keep the last for me!" Was that the glint of steel that flashed from yonder wood? prayer; Then with never a sign of fear, for the hero soul was there; "Forgive you! Again and again! You see I do not fear! God bless you, gallant soldier! Now, straight and sure-aim here!" She laid one hand on her heart, then clasped them o'er her head, And into the darkened sky her latest look she sped ; K |