Dyke, a ditch containing stagnant water. Pike, a fresh-water fish, with a pointed snout. Snipe, a bird which frequents marshy places, so called from the length of its bill. Curlew, a wading bird with long legs and short tail.

Sweep the golden reed-beds;

Crisp the lazy dyke, *
Hunger into madness

Every plunging pike. *
Fill the lake with wildfowl ;

Fill the marsh with snipe ;'
While on dreary moorlands

Lonely curlew * pipe. Through the black fir-forest

Thunder harsh and dry, Shattering down the snowflakes

Off the curdled sky. Hark! The brave North-easter !

Breast-high lies the scent, On by holt * and headland, *

Over heath * and bent.* Chime, ye dappled * darlings,

Through the sleet and snow'.
Who can override you?

Let the horses go!
Chime, ye dappled darlings,*

Down the roaring blast:
You shall see a fox die

Ere an hour be past. Go ! and rest to-morrow,

Hunting in your dreams,
While our skates are ringing

O'er the frozen streams.
Let the luscious * South wind

Breathe in lovers' sighs,
While the lazy gallants *

Bask * in ladies' eyes. What does he but soften

Heart alike and pen? 'Tis the hard grey winter

Breeds hard Englishmen. * What's the soft South-wester ? *

'Tis the ladies' breeze, Bringing home their true loves

Out of all the seas :

Holt, a wood. Headland, a point of land running out into the sea, Heath, a barren open country. Bent, a place which is winding or crooked. Dappled, marked with spots. Dappled darlings, the hounds.

Luscious, delightful, very sweet indeed. Gallant, a man of fashion." Bask, to lie in the sunshine. Hard Englishmen. Intemperate climates like ours, the people are, generally, far more active and hardy than the inhabitants of hot countries. South-wester, southwest wind.

Hurlel, to be driven forward very rapidly. Hearts of oak, our ships, so called because built of oak.

But the black North-easter,

Through the snowstorm hurled,*
Drives out English hearts of oak *

Seaward round the world.

II eralded, intro duced, or brought in.

Come, as came our fathers,

Heralded * by thee,
Conquering from the eastward,

Lords by land and sea.
Come ; and strong within us

Stir the Vikings' * blood;
Bracing brain and sinew ;

Blow, thou wind of God !

Vikings, ancient seakings of Norway and the countries around the Baltic Sea.

ZARA'S EAR-RINGS.- Lockhart. JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854) was born in Lanarkshire, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads. He also wrote the Lives of Burns, Napoleon, and Theodore Hook. His Life of Scott is one of the finest biographies we possess.

“My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they've dropped

into the well,

And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell.” Granada, a city in 'Twas thus Granada's * fountain by, spoke the south of Spain

Albuharez' daughter,formerly in the possession of the “ The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath Moors.

the cold blue water-
To me did Muça give them, when he spake his 5

sad farewell,
And what to say when he comes back, alas ! I

cannot tell.
Pearl, a shining “My ear-rings ! my ear-rings! they were pearls *
gem, chiefly found

in silver set, in the mother-ofpearl oyster. That when my Moor* was far away, I ne'er Moor, a native of should him forget, Marocco, a country N.W. of Africa.

That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor Smile, &c., she smile* on other's tale, should not heed

But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as 10 the avowals of love made by others those ear-rings palewhen Muça was When he comes back, and hears that I have away.

dropped them in the well,
Oh what will Muça think of me, I cannot, can-

not tell.

showy. Sheen, that which shines, brightly. Jasper, a precious stone. Onyx, a precious stone, so called from its likeness to the finger-nail.

not to be trusted, deceitful. Befitting,

Tresses, curl.

“My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! he'll say they should

have been Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering * Glittering,

15 Of jasper* and of onyx* and of diamonds shining

Changing to the changing light, with radiance in-

sincere* -
That changeful mind unchanging gems are not be-

fitting * well-
Thus will he think—and what to say, alas ! I cannot op

“He'll think when I to market went, I loitered * by Insincere,

the way ;
20 He'll think a willing ear I lent to all the lads might

say ;
He'll think some other lover's hand among my tresses*


Loitered, to noosed, *

linger, to deFrom the ears where he had placed them, my rings lay. of pearl unloosed ;

ing hair. He'll think when I was sporting so beside this marble Noose, a well,

My pearls fell in,-and what to say, alas ! I cannot

“He'll say I am a woman, and we are all the same;
He'll say I loved when he was here to whisper of his

But when he went to Tunis * my virgin troth had Tunis, a

north of AfAnd thought no more of Muça, and cared not for his rica.

token. My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! O luckless, luckless* well! Luckless, 30 For what to say to Muça, alas ! I cannot tell. It

unhappy, “I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will be

That I thought of him at morning, and thought of

him at eve;
That musing * on my lover, when down the sun Musing,

was gone, *
His ear-rings in my hand I held, by the fountain

alla lone; 35 And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my Deephisto

hand they fell,
And that deep his love* lies in my heart, as they lie

in the well !”

state to the

without luck,


thinking. When down, &c., at sun.


&c., she loves
him from
the very bot-
tom of her


THE FORSAKEN MERMAN.*— Arnold. MATTHEW ARNOLD (1822– ), son of the celebrated Dr. Arnold, occupies an eminent position. His poems include several dramas after the antique, and a series of lyrics and sonnets of an emotional kind. Among his works may be mentioned Empedocles on Etna and The Merope.

COME, dear children, let us away ;

Down and away below. Bay, a bay is a broad Now my brothers call from the bay ; * arm of the sea run

Now the great winds shorewards blow; ning for a short distance into the land. Now the salt tides * seawards flow; Tides, the flow and

Now the wild white horses play, ebb of the sea.

Champ * and chafe * and toss in the spray.* Champ, to make a snapping noise with Children dear, let us away. the jaws in chewing Chafe, to rage or fret.

This way, this way. Spray, small particles

Call her once before you go, of water sprinkled or driven by the wind

Call once yet. . from the tops of the

In a voice that she will know : waves.

“Margaret! Margaret!”
Children's voices should be dear
(Call once more) to a mother's ear :
Children's voices, wild with pain.

Surely she will come again.
Call her once and come away.

This way, this way.

“ Mother dear, we cannot stay."
Foam, to spit out The wild white horses foam * and fret.
froth, to be in a rage.

Margaret ! Margaret!
Come, dear children, come away down,

Call no more.
One last look at the white-walled town, 25
And the little grey church on the windy shore,

Then come down,
She will not come though you call all day,

Come away, come away.
Children dear, was it yesterday

We heard the sweet bells over the bay ?
Caverns, deep hollow

In the caverns* where we lay, places in the earth

Through the surf* and through the swell, or sea. Surf, the foam made

The far-off sound of a silver bell ? by the dashing of the Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, waves.

Where the winds are all asleep;

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* Merman, a man of the sea; a fabled marine animal having the upper part like a man and the lower like a fish.

Where the spent lights quiver* and gleam ;* Quiver, to tremble.
Where the salt weed sways * in the stream ; Gleam, to flash light,

Sways, to incline to
Where the sea beasts * ranged all round

one side, to bend. 40 Feed in the ooze * of their pasture-ground; Sea beasts, animals Where the sea-snakes * coil and twine,

living in the sea.

Ooze, moisture, soft-
Dry their mail * and bask in the brine ;* mud.
Where great whales come sailing by,

Sea-snake, a fabulous

animal. Sail and sail, with unshut eye,

Mail, meaning the 45 Round the world for ever and aye?

skin of the snake, so When did music come this way?

called, because in its

formation it resem. Children dear, was it yesterday?

bles mail-armour.

Brine, the sea, salt-
Children dear, was it yesterday

(Call yet once) that she went away?
Once she sate with you and me,'
On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,

And the youngest sate on her knee.
She combed its bright hair, and she tended it


When down swung the sound of the far-off bell. 55 She sighed, she looked up through the clear

green sea, . She said, “I must go, for my kinsfolk * pray Kinsfolk, relations, In the little grey church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world-ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with

thee." 60 I said, “Go up, dear heart, through the waves. Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind seacaves."

[the bay. She smiled, she went up through the surf in

Children dear, was it yesterday ?
Children dear, were we long alone ?
65 “The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.

Long prayers,” I said, “in the world they say.
Come," I said, and we rose through the surf in

the bay.
We went up the beach, by the sandy down
Where the sea-stocks * bloom, to the white- Sea-stock, a flower,
walled town.

like an anemone,

found near the sea70 Through the narrow paved streets, where all shore.

was still,
To the little grey church on the windy hill. .
From the church came a murmur of folk at

their prayers,
But we stood without in the cold blowing airs.

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