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At last, when care had banish'd sleep, He saw one morning, dreaming, doating, An empty hogshead from the deep
Come shoreward floating.
He hid it in a cave, and wrought
By mighty working.
Or cross'd a ferry.
For ploughing in the salt sea field,
No sail-no rudder.
From neighbouring woods he interlaced
The foaming billows.
* ARGO.-A fabled ship, in which, it is said, the Argonauts, under Jason, made an expedition in search of the Golden Fleece.
With folded arms Napoleon stood,
Address’d the stranger. “ Rash youth, that wouldst yon channel
pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashion'd, Thy heart with some sweet English lass
Must be impassion’d.” “I have no sweetheart," said the lad; “But, absent years from one another, Great was the longing that I had
To see my mother.”
So brave a son.”
And safely landed.
Lord Blin's Baughter
A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound,
Cries, “ Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry.”
“Now who be ye would cross Loch-Gyle,
This dark and stormy water ? ” “Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter.
6. And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather ;
“ His horsemen hard behind us ride ;
Should they our steps discover,
When they have slain her lover?”
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
“I'll go, my chief-I'm ready: It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady:
** And, by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry.”
tly this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking ; And, in the scowl of heaven, each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
"O haste thee, haste!” the lady cries,
" Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.”
The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gathered o'er her.
And still they rowed, amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing
For sore dismayed, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover !
And one was round her lover. “Come back! come back !” he cried in grief,
“ Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief
My daughter !-oh! my daughter!” 'Twas vain : the loud waves lashed the shore,
Return or aid preventing :
And he was left lamenting.
The Battle of Hohenlinilen."
On Linden, when the sun was low,
Of Iser,t rolling rapidly.
The darkness of her scenery.
* HOHENLINDEN.- A village in Bavaria, where the French, under Moreau, defeated the Austrians and Bavarians, A.D. 1800.
+ ISER.-A tributary of the Danube.