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- Heavily I rose up, as soon
As light was in the sky,
With a wild misgiving eye;
For the faithless stream was dry !
“ Merrily rose the lark, and shook
The dew-drop from its wing ;
I never heard it sing :
Under the horrid thing.
“ With breathless speed, like a soul in chase,
I took him up and ran,-
Before the day began:
I hid the murder'd man !
6 And all that day I read in school,
But my thought was other where;
In secret I was there :
And still the corse was bare!
“ Then down I cast me on my face,
And first began to weep;
That earth refused to keep :
Ten thousand fathoms deep!
“Oh boy! that horrid, horrid dream
Besets me now awake!
The human life I take;
Like Cranmer's at the stake.
" And still no peace for the restless clay
Will wave or mould allow;
It stands before me now !”
Huge drops upon his brow!
The urchin's eyelids kiss'd,
Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walk'd between,
With gyves upon his wrist.
Å Bird's Nest.
Tot wins my admiration To view the structure of that little workA bird's nest. Mark it well within, without : No tool had she that wrought; no knife to cut; No nail to fix; no bodkin to insert : No glue to join; her little beak was all. And yet how nicely finish'd! What nice hand, With every implement and means of art, And twenty years' apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another?
REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY.
OTHER WRITINGS.- The Roman and the Teuton ; Madam How and Lady
Why; Toren Geology; and a number of Novels.
The Last Buccaneer.
@H, England is a pleasant place for them that's
rich and high, But England is a cruel place for such poor folks
as I ;
And such a port for mariners I ne'er shall see
again As the pleasant Isle of Avès,* beside the Spanish
There were forty craft in Avès that were both
swift and stout, All furnished well with small arms and cannons
round about; And a thousand men in Avès made laws so fair
and free To choose their valiant captains and obey them
Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his
hoards of plate and gold, Which he wrung with cruel tortures from Indian
folk of old; Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as
hard as stone, Who flog men and keel-haul them, and starve
them to the bone.
Oh the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that
shone like gold, And the colibris and parrots they were
gorgeous to behold;
* AVES.-An island in the Caribbean sea, north of South America. | SPANISH MAIN.-The sea near the Spanish West Indies.
And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast
did flee, To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from
Oh sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward
breeze A-swing with good tobacco in a net between
the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened
to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never
touched the shore.
But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things
must be ; So the King's ships sailed on Avès, and quite put
down were we. All day we fought like bull-dogs, but they burst
the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the
fight. Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass
beside, Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young
thing she died; But as I lay a gasping, a Bristol sail came by, And brought me home to England here, to beg
until I die.