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And then the affrighted prophet's ear
Among the sons of men ;-
Had follow'd stout and stern
And Morvern long shall tell,
When down the destined plain
And doom'd the future slain.
For Flodden's fatal plain ;
The yet unchristen's Dane.
With gesture wild and dread ;
On picquet-post, when ebbs the night,
And dawn is glimmering pale.
ROMANCE OF DUNOIS.
FROM THE FRENCH.
original of this little Romance makes part of a manuscript collection of French gs, probably compiled by some young officer, which was found on the field of terloo, so much stained with clay and with blood, as sufficiently to indicate what I been the fate of its late owner. The song is popular in France, and is rather a od specimen of the style of composition to which it belongs.-The translation is ictly literal.
vas Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine : .nd grant, immortal Queen of Heaven," was still the Soldier's prayer, 'hat I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair,” oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword, d follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord; here, faithful to tris noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air, Be honour'd aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair." ley owed the conquest to his arm, and then his liege-lord said, The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid, y daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, or thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.” nd then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine, hat makes a paradise on earth it hearts and hands combine ; ind every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there, ried, “ Honour'd be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest Sair.”
FOR THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOTLAND.
BY WALTER Scott, Esg.
O DREAD was the time, and more dreadful the omen,
When the brave on Marengo lay slaughter'd in vain,
Pitt closed in his anguish the map of her reign!
To accept for his country the safety of shame ;
An hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
The mists of the winter may mingle with rain,
And sigh while he fears he has sowed it in vain ;
But the blithe harvest-home shall remember his claim ;
While they hallow the goblet that flows to his name. Though anxious and timeless his life was expended,
In toils for our country preserved by his care, Though he died ere one ray o'er the nations ascended,
To light the long darkness of doubt and despair;
The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'ercame,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Is deaf to the tale of our victories won,
The shout of his people applauding his Son;
By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim ! With our tribute to Pitt join the praise of his Master,
Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his name.
The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid,
The wisdom that plann'd, and the zeal that obey'd !
years hence hearts shall bound at their story, And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame.