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Like chaff before the wind of heaven,
The archery appear:

For life! for life! their flight they ply-
And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry,
And plaids and bonnets waving high,
And broad-swords flashing to the sky,
Are maddening in their rear.
Onward they drive in dreadful race,
Pursuers and pursued ;

Before that tide of flight and chase,
How shall it keep its rooted place,
The spearmen's twilight wood?

"Down, down," cried Mar, "your lances down!
Bear back both friend and foe!"

Like reeds before the tempest's frown,
That serried grove of lances brown
At once lay leveled low;

And closely shouldering side to side,
The bristling ranks the onset bide.
-"We'll quell the savage mountaineer,
As their Tinchel cows the game!

They come as fleet as forest deer,
We'll drive them back as tame."

Bearing before them, in their course,
The relics of the archer force
Like wave with crest of sparkling foam,
Right onward did Clan-Alpine come.
Above the tide, each broad-sword bright
Was brandishing like beam of light,
Each targe was dark below;
And with the ocean's mighty swing,
When heaving to the tempest's wing,
They hurled them on the foe.

I heard the lance's shivering crash,
As when the whirlwind rends the ash;
I heard the broad sword's deadly clang,
As if an hundred anvils rang!

But Moray wheeled his rearward rank
Of horsemen on Clan-Alpine's flank-
"My banner-men, advance!

"I see," he cried, "their column shakeNow, gallants! for your ladies' sake, Upon them with the lance!"

The horsemen dashed ainong the rout,
As deer break through the broom;
Their steeds are stout, their swords are out,
They soon make lightsome room.
Clan-Alpine's best are backward borne-
Where, where was Roderick then!
One blast upon his bugle-horn
Were worth a thousand men.
And refluent through the pass of fear
The battle's tide was poured;
Vanished the Saxon's struggling spear,
Vanished the mountain's sword.

As Brocklinn's chasm, so black and steep,
Receives her roaring linn,

As the dark caverns of the deep
Suck the wild whirlpool in,
So did the deep and darksome pass
Devour the battle's mingled mass;
None linger now upon the plain,
Save those who ne'er shall fight again.

Ex. CIII.-THE DEVIL'S WALK ON EARTH.

gone,

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

FROM his brimstone bed at break of day,
A walking the devil is
To look at his snug little farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.

Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain;

And backward and forward he swished his tail,
As a gentleman swishes a cane.

How then was the devil dressed?

Oh, he was in his Sunday's best,

His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,

And there was a hole where his tail came through.

He met a lord of high degree,

No matter what was his name;

Whose face with his own when he came to compare The expression, the look, and the air,

And the character, too, as it seemed to a hair-
Such a twin-likeness there was in the pair,

That it made the devil start and stare,

For he thought there was surely a looking-glass there,
But he could not see the frame.

He saw a lawyer killing a viper,
On a dung-hill beside his stable;
Ha! quoth he, thou put'st me in mind
Of the story of Cain and Abel.

An apothecary on a white horse
Rode by on his vocation;

And the devil thought of his old friend
Death in the Revelation.

He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility,

And he owned with a grin

That his favorite sin,

Is pride that apes humility.

He walked into London leisurely,
The streets were dirty and dim:
But there he saw Brothers the prophet,
And Brothers the prophet saw him.

He entered a thriving bookseller's shop;
Quoth he, we are both of one college,
For I myself sate like a cormorant once
Upon the tree of knowledge.

As he passed through Cold-Bath Flds he looked
At a solitary cell;

And he was well pleased, for it gave him a hint
For improving the prisons of hell.

He saw a turnkey tie a thief's hands
With a cordial tug and jerk;

Nimbly, quoth he, a man's fingers move
When his heart is in his work.

He saw the same turnkey unfettering a man

With little expedition

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And he chuckled to think of his dear slave-trade, And the long debates and delays that were made Concerning its abolition.

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At this good news, so great The devil's pleasure grew, That with a joyful swish he rent

The hole where his tail came through.

His countenance fell for a moment
When he felt the stitches go;
Ah! thought he, there's a job now
That I've made for my tailor below.

Great news! bloody news! cried a newsman;
The devil said, Stop, let me see!
Great news? bloody news! thought the devil,
The bloodier the better for me.

So he bought the newspaper, and no news
At all for his money he had.

Lying varlet, thought he, thus to take in old Nick!
But it's some satisfaction, my lad,

To know thou art paid beforehand for the trick,
For the sixpence I gave thee is bad.

He went to a coffee-house to dine,
And there he had soy in his dish;
Having ordered some soles for his dinner,
Because he was fond of flat fish.

They are much to my palate, thought he,
And now guess the reason who can,
Why no bait should be better than place,
When I fish for a parliament-man.

But the soles in the bill were ten shillings;
Tell your master, quoth he, what I say;
If he charges at this rate for all things,
He must be in a pretty good way.

But mark ye, said he to the waiter,
I'm a dealer myself, in this line,
And his business, between you and me,
Nothing like so extensive as mine.

Now soles are exceedingly cheap,
Which he will not attempt to deny,
When I see him at my fish-market,
I warrant him, by-and-by.

Now the morning air was cold for him
Who was used to a warm abode
e;
And yet he did not immediately wish,
To set out on his homeward road,

For he had some morning calls to make
Before he went back to hell;

So thought he, I'll step into a gaming house,
And that will do as well;

But just before he could get to the door,
A wonderful chance befell.

For all on a sudden, in a dark place,

He came upon General —

-'s burning face;

And it struck him with such consternation,
That home in a hurry his way he did take,
Because he thought, by a slight mistake,
'T was the general conflagration.

CIV. THE SEVEN HEADS.

LOCKHART.

"WHO bears such heart of baseness, a king I'll never call,"-
Thus spake Gonzalo Gustos within Almanzor's hall;
To the proud Moor Almanzor, within his kingly hall,
The gray-haired knight of Lara thus spake before them all:-

"In courteous guise, Almanzor, your messenger was sent, And courteous was the answer with which from me he went; For why?-I thought the word he brought of a knight and of a king;

But false Moor henceforth never me to his feast shall bring.

"Ye bade me to your banquet, and I at your bidding canie; Accursed be the villainy, eternal be the shame,

For ye have brought an old man forth, that he your sport might be:

Thank God, I cheat you of your joy,-thank God, no tear

you see.

"My gallant boys," quoth Lara, "it is a heavy sight

These dogs have brought your father to look upon this night; Seven gentler boys, nor braver, were never nursed in Spain, And blood of Moors, God rest your souls, ye shed on her like rain.

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