FATHER!" at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood then : Falk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his hopes, and all his young renown-He flung his falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow "No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for, now; My king is false-my hope betrayed! My father-O! the worth, The glory, and the loveliness, are passed away from earth! "I thought to stand where banners waved, my sire, beside thee, yet! I would that there our kindred blood on Spain's free soil had met ! Thou wouldst have known my spirit, then ;-for thee my fields were won; And thou hast perished in thy chains, as though thou hadst no son !" Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein, Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war horse led, And sternly set them face to face the king before the dead : "Came I not forth, upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss? Be still, and gaze thou on, false king! and tell me what is this? The voice, the glance, the heart I sought-give answer, where are they? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! "Into these glassy eyes put light;-be still! keep down thine ire ! Bid these white lips a blessing speak-this earth is not my sire: Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed Thou canst not ?-and a king-his dust be mountains on thy head." He loosed the steed-his slack hand fell;-upon the silent. face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place: His hope was crushed, his after fate untold in martial strain: is banner led the spears no more, amidst the hills of Spain. BERNARDO AND KING ALPHONSO. WITH Some good ten of his chosen men, Bernardo hath appeared, Before them all in the palace hall, The lying king to beard; With cap in hand and eye on ground, He came in reverend guise, But ever and anon he frowned, And flame broke from his eyes. "A curse upon thee," cries the king, But what from traitor's blood should spring, His sire, lords, had a traitor's heart- "Whoever told this tale, The king hath rashness to repeat," No treason was in Sancho's blood- Below the throne what knight will own The coward calumny? The blood that I like water shed, When Roland did advance, By secret traitors hired and led, The life of king Alphonso I saved at Roncesval Your words, Lord King, are recompense Your horse was down-your hope was flown I saw the falchion shine That soon had drunk your royal blood Had I not ventured mine; But memory soon of service done Deserteth the ingrate; You've thanked the son for life and crown By the father's bloody fate. "Ye swore upon your kingly faith To set Don Sancho free; But, curse upon your paltering breath! He died in dungeon cold and dim, And visage blind and stiffened limb, The king that swerveth from his word, No Spanish lord will draw his sword But noble vengeance shall be mine, And open hate I'll show The king hath injured Carpio's line, And Bernard is his foe !" "Seize, seize him!" loud the King doth scream; "There are a thousand here! Let his foul blood this instant stream; What! caitiffs, do ye fear? Seize, seize the traitor !"-But not one And calm his sword he bareth. He drew the falchion from the sheath, And all the hall was still as death;— And here's the sword that owns no lord, Fain would I know who dares it point King, Condé, or Grandee.” Then to his mouth his horn he drew It hung below his cloak His ten true men the signal knew, And through the ring they broke; 54 With helm on head, and blade in hand, "Ha! Bernard," quoth Alphonso, Ye know your worth I prize !” SHALL WE GIVE UP THE UNION ?— D. S. Dickinson. Extract from a Speech Delivered at New York, May 20, 1861. SHALL we then surrender to turbulence, and faction, and rebellion, and give up the Union with all its elements of good, all its holy memories, all its hallowed associations, all its blood-bought history? No! let the eagle change his plume, But do not give up the Union. Preserve it to "flourish in Preserve it in the name of the Fathers of the Revolution -preserve it for its great clements of good-preserve it in the sacred name of liberty-preserve it for the faithful and devoted lovers of the Constitution in the rebellious States-those who are persecuted for its support, and are dying in its defence. Rebellion can lay down its arms to Government-Government cannot surrender to rebellion. Give up the Union !" this fair and fertile plain, to batten on that moor!" Divide the Atlantic so that its tides shall beat in sections, that some spurious Neptune may rule in an ocean of his own-draw a line upon the sun's disc. that it may cast its beams upon earth in divisions-let the moon, like Bottom in the play, show but half its faceseparate the constellation of the Pleiades and sunder the bands of Orion-but retain the Union! Give up the Union, with its glorious flag-its stars and stripes, full of proud and pleasing and honorable recollections, for the spurious invention with no antecedents but the history of a violated Constitution and of lawless ambition! No! let us stand by the emblem of our fathers: "Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in Heaven." Give up the Union? Never! The Union shall endure, and its praises shall be heard, when its friends and its foes, those who support and those who assail, those who bared their bosoms in its defence, and those who aim their daggers at its heart, shall all sleep in the dust together. Its name shall be heard with veneration amid the roar of Pacific's waves, away upon the rivers of the North and East, where liberty is divided from monarchy, and be wafted in gentle breezes upon the Rio Grande. It shall rustle in the harvest and wave in the standing corn, on the extended prairies of the West, and be heard in the bleating folds and lowing herds upon a thousand hills. It shall be with those who delve in mines, and shall hum in the manufactories of New England, and in the cotton-gins of the South. It shall be proclaimed by the stars and stripes in every sea of the earth, as the American Union, one and indivisible; upon the great thoroughfares, wherever steam drives and engines throb and shriek, its greatness and perpetuity shall be hailed with gladness. It shall be lisped in the earliest words, and ring in the merry voices of childhood, and swell to heaven upon the song of maidens. It shall live in the stern resolve of manhood, and rise to the mercy-seat upon woman's gentle, availing prayer. Hoiy men shall invoke its perpetuity at the altars of religion, and it shall be whispered in the last accents of expiring age. Thus shall survive and be perpetuated the American Union, and when it shall be proclaimed that time shall be no more, and the curtain shall fall, and the good shall be gathered to a more perfect union, still may the destiny of our dear land recognize the conception, that "Perfumes, as of Eden, flowed sweetly along, And a voice, as of angels, awoke the glad song, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!" L |