CHAP. XXXI. O, fear not, fear not, good Lord John, That I would you betray, Or sue requital for a debt, Bear witness, all ye sacred powers,- Ancient Scottish Ballal FROM THE TALISMAN. (1.) DARK Ahriman, whom Irak still When, bending at thy shrine, We view the world with troubled eye, Where see we, 'neath the extended sky, An empire matching thine! If the Benigner Power can yield Where weary pilgrims drink; Thine are the waves that lash the rock, Thine the tornado's deadly shock, Where countless navies sink! Or if He bid the soil dispense Balsams to cheer the sinking sense, Chief in Man's bosom sits thy sway, And frequent, while in words we pray Before another throne, Whate'er of specious form be there, Say, hast thou feeling, sense, and forın, Thunder thy voice, thy garments storm, As Eastern Magi say ; With sentient soul of hate and wrath, And wings to sweep thy deadly path, And fangs to tear thy prey? Or art thou mix'd in Nature's source, Converting good to ill; An evil principle innate, Howe'er it be, dispute is vain. Each mortal passion's fierce career, Whene'er a sunny gleam appears, Thou art not distant far; 'Mid such brief solace of our lives, Thou whett'st our very banquet-knives To tools of death and war. Thus, from the moment of our birth, Thou rul'st the fate of men; Thine are the pangs of life's last hour, Chap. iii. (2.) "A hearing was at length procured for the poet preferred, who sung, in high German, stanzas which may be thus translated :—” WHAT brave chief shall head the forces, Where the red-cross legions gather? Best of horsemen, best of horses, Ask not Austria why, 'midst princes, Chap. xi (3.) THE BLOODY VEST. "The song of Blondel was, of course, in the Norman language; but the verses which follow express its meaning and its manner.” 'TWAS near the fair city of Benevent, When the sun was setting on bough and bent, Far hath he fared, and farther must fare, "Thus speaks my lady," the page said he, And the knight bent lowly both head and knee, "She is Benevent's Princess so high in degree, And thou art as lowly as knight may well beHe that would climb so lofty a tree, |