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Did ye not hear it? No ; 'twas but the wind, 10

Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : Unconfined, without On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; * limits or bounds.

No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure

meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. But hark !-that heavy sound breaks in once 15

more, Echo, the repetition As if the clouds its echo * would repeat; of a sound from some object.

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before-
Arm! arm ! it is-it is—the cannon's opening roar.

Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, 20
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking

Which ne'er might be repeated. Who could 25

guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could

rise ?

And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, Squadron, a body of The inustering squadron,* and the clattering car, horse soldiers, about

Went pouring forward with impetuous* speed, 30 Impetuous, fierce, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war : headlong.

And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar,

And near the beat of the alarming drum Cameron's Gather- Roused up the soldier ere the morning-star; ing," a particular air

While thronged the citizens, with terror dumb, 35 played by the Cameron Highlanders (79th Or whispering, with white lips,—“ The foe! they regiment).

come, they come !" Lochiel, a Highland chieftain.

And wild and high the “Cameron's gathering Albyn, an ancient

rose ; Pibroch, a piece of The war-note of Lochiel,* which Albyn's * hills music performed upon the bagpipes.

Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes : Evan, Sir Evan Came- How in the noon of night that pibroch * thrills 40 ron of Lochiel, who

Savage and shrill! But with the breath which

fills Donald, the grandson Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers of Evan, was wounded Culloden (1746)

With the fierce native daring which instils and afterwards The stirring memory of a thousand years ; caped to France with And Evan's,* Donald's * fame rings in each 45 Prince Charles Ed


" *

name for Scotland.

was remarkable for his valour.



clansman's ears.



or wood which lies between Brussels and Waterloo.

without life.

into dust,

And Ardennes waves above them her green Ardennes, the forest

Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate * e'er grieves, Inanimate,

Over the unreturning brave,-alas!
50 Ere evening to be trodden like the grass,

Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure ; when this fiery mass

Of living valour, rolling on the foe
And burning with high hope, shall moulder * cold Moulder, to crumble

and low !
55 Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;

Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay;
The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife;
The morn the marshalling * in arms; the day Marshalling, arrang-
Battle's magnificently stern array.

60 The thunder-clouds close o'er it—which when

Rent, divided.
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and Pent, packed


Blent, mingled, mixed Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent.* together.

order for

in battle.






W. Cowper. Oh that those lips * had language ! Life hath Those lips. The poet passed

was looking at a pic

ture of his mother With me but roughly since I heard thee last. which had been sent Those lips are thine; thy own sweet smile I to him.

see, The same that oft in childhood solaced * me; Solaced, cheered,

comforted. Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,

Chase, drive away. “Grieve not, my child; chase * all thy fears Intelligence, skili,


Art, the art of paintThe meek intelligence * of those dear eyes

ing. (Blessed be the art * that can immortalise,* Immortalise, lasting

for ever, here means The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim *

the lasting property To quench it !) here shines on me still the of the picture.

Tyrannicclaim, when

the hour of a person's Faithful remembrancer * of one so dear !

death arrives, Time, O welcome guest, though unexpected here ! like a tyrant, will take Who bid'st me honour with an artless song,

Remembrancer, someAffectionate, a mother lost so long.

thing to remind us.




no excuse.

or order.




of life even when a child.

to a mother.




I will obey, not willingly alone,

15 Precept, a command But gladly, as the precept * were her own;

And, while that face renews my filial grief,*
Filial grief, the sor-
rowing of a child for Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief,
its parents.

Shall steep me in Elysian * reverie,
Elysian, perfect hap. A momentary dream that thou art she.
Reverie, meditation. My mother! when I learned that thou wast

Conscious, to be aware Say, wast thou conscious * of the tears I shed?

Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, &c., he began Wretch * even then, life's journey just begun ? to taste the miseries Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss- 25

Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : In bliss, perfect hap- Ah, that maternal * smile, it answers, Yes. piness.

I heard the bell tolled on thy burial-day ; Maternal, belonging

I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away;

And, turning from my nursery window, drew Aditu, good-bye. A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu.*

But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone

Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. Peaceful shore. The May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,* ancients thought that the soul must pass

The parting word shall pass my lips no more. 35 over a river to get to Tby maidens,* grieved themselves at my con

cern, Maidens, female ser

Oft gave me promise of thy quick return: My concern, at my What ardently I wished, I long believed, fretting and sorrow.

And, disappointed still, was still deceived ;

By expectation every day beguiled,
Dupe of tomorrow, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child.
deceived as to the Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went,
Stock, supply, store. Till, all my stock * of infant sorrow spent,
Lot, one's position in I learned at last submission to my lot, *

But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45

Where once we clwelt our name is heard no No more, our name is forgotten. Bauble, a gay showy Children not thine have trod my nursery-floor; article, not having

And where the gardener Robin day by day Pastoral house, the Drew me to school along the public way, Rectory of Berkhamp: Delighted with my bauble * coach, and wrapped 50 was born ; a clergy. In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, man's dwelling. 'Tis now become a history little known, Short-lived possession, the poet and his That once we called the pastoral house * parents lived there Effaced, blotted or

Short-lived possession ! * but the record fair

That memory keeps of all thy kindness there 55 Themes, the subjects Still outlives many a storm that has effaced * a person thinks of or

A thousand other themes * less deeply traced.

the next world.





* more :

much real value.




but a short time.

worn out.

writes about.

laid ;




Thy nightly visits to my chamber made,

That thou mightst know me safe and warmly 60 Thy morning bounties * ere I left my home,

Bounties, gifts, preThe biscuit, or confectionery plum ;

Confectionery plum, The fragrant * waters on my cheeks bestowed a plum prepared with By thy own hand, till fresh they shone. and sugar.

Fragrant, sweetglowed :

smelling. All this, and more endearing still than all

, 65 Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall,* Knew no fall, was

Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks * Cataracts and breaks,
That humour * interposed too often makes : a waterfall, making a

great noise and disAll this, still legible* in Memory's page, turbance, as a person And still to be so to my latest age,

does when giving way 70 Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay

to passion.

Humour, one's whim
Such honours to thee as my numbers * may ; or fancy.
Perhaps a frail * memorial,* but sincere- Legible, plain, dis-
Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed tinct

Numbers, verses, here.

poetry. Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the Frail

, not strong, hours,

Memorial, something 75 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued to assist the memory. flowers,*

Tissued flowers,
The violet,* the pink, and jessamine, *
I prick'd them into paper with a pin

Violet and jessamine, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, small flowers which Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and of their sweet smell.

80 Could those few pleasant hours again appear,
Might one wish bring them, would I wish

them here?
I would not trust my heart; the dear delight
Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.

But no ; what here we call our life is such, 85 So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite * thee to constrain

Ill requite, badly Thy unbound spirit * into bonds again. To constrain, to comThou, as a gallant bark from Albion's * coast pel, to force back.

Unbound spirit, free (The storms all weathered, and the ocean

from the earthly body. crossed)

Albion, the name by

which England was 90 Shoots into port at some well-favoured isle,

known in olden times. Where spices breathe and brighter seasons

smile, There sits quiescent * on the floods, that show Quiescent, quiet, in a Her beauteous form reflected clear below, Airs impregnated, the

air was scented with While airs impregnated * with incense play

the fragrance of in95 Around her, faining light her streamers gay-- cense.

flowers woven in the dress.




pass lost,

So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the


Where tempests never beat nor billows roar, Consort,a companion, And thy loved consort * on the dangerous tide husband or wife.

Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,

Always from port withheld always distressed,— Devious, wandering, Me howling blasts drive devious,* tempestout of the right way. tossed,

Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and comThwarting, hinder

And day by day some current's thwarting * ing, defeating.

force Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. 105 Yet, oh! the thought that thou art safe, and


That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. Deduce, to come from. My boast is not that I deduce * my birth

From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; Pretensions, claims. But higher far my proud pretensions * rise- 110

The son of parents passed into the skies.

farewell! Time unrevoked has run Wonted, usual.

His wonted * course, yet what I wished is done. Contemplation, study, By contemplation's * help, not sought in vain,

I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again,- 115

To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Violating, injuring. Without the sin of violating * thine ;

And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, Mimic show, an imi- And I can view this mimic show * of thee, tation show, Time has but half succeded in his theftmeaning the picture,

Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.

And now,




I 20


In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware flows 300 Delaware's * waters, miles from its source

Guarding in sylvan * shades the name of Penn* in the Catskill mountains to Delaware Bay.

the apostle, Sylvan, wooded.

Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream
Penn, the founder of
a colony of English the city he founded.
Quakers in 1682 in There from the troubled sea had Evangeline
Pennsylvania, U. S.

landed, an exile,
Exile, away from
one's native country. Finding among the children of Penn a home

and a country.



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