44. THE OWL.-Anonymous. There sat an owl in an old oak-tree, He was considering, as well he might, For in the hollow of that oak-tree, 'Gan trying his voice to learn her song; Peeped slyly out of the old oak-tree, And peered for his dad, and said "You're long;" Who most can chatter, or cram, they strive What then did the old owl do? Ah! Not so gay was his next to-whoo! For after his children had gone to bed, He slept outside the hollow tree. So when he awoke at the fall of the dew, Yet still unwilling to believe, That evil's raven wing was spread, Hovering over his guiltless head, And shutting out joy from his hollow tree, "They will not speak,-well, well, at night What then did the father owl? He sat still, until below He heard cries of pain and wo. He followed them with noiseless wing, They went to a mansion tall, He sat in a window of the hall, Where he could see His bewildered family; And he heard the hall with laughter ring, When the boy said, "Blind they'll learn to sing:" He felt it all! Their agony Was echoed by his frantic cry, His scream rose up with a mighty swell, But the father owl! He tore his breast in his despair, And flew he knew not, recked not, where! He had got a strange wild stare, For he thought he saw them ever there, And he screamed as they screamed when he saw them fall Dead on the floor of the marble hall. -Why is the crowd so great to-day, And why do the people shout "huzza ?” To give his corse a grave ?-Not one! There sits on its top a lonely owl With a staring eye, and a dismal scowl; And he screams aloud, "Revenge is sweet!"- 45. THE MAID OF THE INN.-Southey. Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fixed eyes No aid, no compassion the maniac will seek ; Through the rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak Yet cheerful and happy, nor distant the day, The traveler remembers, who journeyed this way, As Mary, the maid of the inn. Her cheerful address filled the guests with delight, When the wind whistled down the dark aisle. She loved, and young Richard had settled the day, But Richard was idle and worthless, and they 'Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night, And fast were the windows and door; Two guests sat enjoying the fire that burnt bright, ""Tis pleasant," cried one, "seated by the fireside, To hear the wind whistle without." "A fine night for the abbey," his comrade replied, "Methinks a man's courage would now be well tried, Who should wander the ruins about. I myself, like a schoolboy, should tremble to hear For this wind might awaken the dead." "I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried, "Will Mary this charge on her courage allow?" His companion exclaimed with a smile; "I shall win, for I know she will venture there now, And earn a new bonnet by bringing a bough From the alder that grows in the aisle." With fearless good humor did Mary comply, The night it was dark, and the wind it was high, O'er the path, so well known, still proceeded the maid, Where the abbey rose dim on the sight; Through the gateway she entered, she felt not afraid, Yet the ruins were lonely and wild, and their shade Seemed to deepen the gloom of the night. All around her was silent, save when the rude blast Over weed-covered fragments still fearless she passed, Where the alder-tree grows in the aisle. Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, When the sound of a voice seemed to rise on her ear— The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head ;She listened ;-naught else could she hear. The wind ceased, her heart sunk in her bosom with dread, Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, Then Mary could feel her heart's-blood curdle cold! It blew off the hat of the one, and behold! "Curse the hat!" he exclaims; "Nay come on and first hide She ran with wild speed, she rushed in at the door, Then her limbs could support their faint burden no more, Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart, For, Oh God! what cold horror thrilled through her heart, Where the old abbey stands, on the common hard by, Not far from the inn it engages the eye, |