And Israel hath neither well nor pool,
The rage of her soldiers' thirst to cool.

4. In the cave of Adullam King David lies,
Overcome with the glare of the burning skies;
And his lip is parched, and his tongue is dry,
But none can the grateful draught supply.

5. Though a crownéd king, in that painful hour, One flowing cup might have bought his power. What worth, in the fire of thirst, could be

The purple pomp of his sovereignty ?

6. But no cooling cup from river or spring,

To relieve his want, can his servants bring;
And he cries, "Are there none in my train or state'
Will fetch me the water of Bethlehem gate?"

7. Then three of his warriors, "the mighty three,"
The boast of the monarch's chivalry,

Uprose in their strength, and their bucklers rang,
As with eyes of flame on their steeds they sprang.

8. On their steeds they sprang, and with spurs of speed Rushed forth in the strength of a noble deed.

And dashed on the foe like the torrent flood,

Till he floated away in a tide of blood.

9. To the right-to the left-where their blue swords shine,

Like autumn corn falls the Philistine;

And sweeping along with the vengeance of fate,
The "mighty" rush onward to Bethlehem gate.

10. Through a bloody gap in his shattered array,

To Bethlehem's well they have hewn their way;

Then backward they turn on the corse-covered plain,
And charge through the foe to their monarch again.

11. The king looks at the cup, but the crystal draught,

At a price too high for his want, hath been bought;
They urge him to drink, but he wets not his lip;
Though great is his need, he refuses to sip.

12. But he pours it forth to Heaven's Majesty,
He pours it forth to the Lord of the sky;
'Tis a draught of death-'tis a cup blood-stained
'Tis a prize from man's suffering and agony gained.

13. Should he taste of a cup that his "mighty three” Had obtained by their peril and jeopardy"?

Should he drink of their life? "Twas the thought of a king;

And again he returned to his suffering.

1 TRAP'PINGS. Ornaments, especially 3 ÇHIV'AL-Rỵ. Body of knights or of such as are used to decorate a horse.

2 STATE. Persons forming the suite or attendants of another.

brave and courteous warriors.

4

BUCK'LER. A kind of shield worn or the left arm.

5 JEOP'AR-DY. Danger.

[Fitz-Greene Halleck was born in Guilford, Connecticut, July, 1795. Marco Bozzaris (bōt-săr'is or bōt'sa-ris), one of the most admired of his poems, was first published in 1827, in a small volume of poems, most of which had previously appeared in a fugitive form. Bozzaris was one of the martyrs in the cause of the independence of Greece. He fell in a night attack upon the camp of the Turks, August, 1823, near the site of the old battle-field of Platæa.]

1. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour

When Greece, her knee in suppliance' bent,

Should tremble at his power:

In dreams through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;

2

In dreams his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet3 ring, –
Then pressed that monarch's throne, -a king;
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden's garden bird.

2. At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.

There had the Persian thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood,
On old Platea's day;

And now there breathed that haunted air
The sons of sires who conquered there,
With arm to strike, and soul to dare,
As quick, as far, as they.

3. An hour passed on, the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last;

He woke, to hear his sentries shriek

"To arms!—they come! - The Greek! the Greek!"
He woke, to die midst flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band-
"Strike-till the last armed foe expires!
Strike - for your altars and your fires!
Strike - for the green graves of your sires!
God, and your native land!"

4. They fought, like brave men, long and well;
They piled the ground with Moslem slain:
They conquered; but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile, when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won;

Then saw in death his eyelids close,
Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blesséd seals

That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in Consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine,-
And thou art terrible: the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear,

6. But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee: there is no prouder grave,
Even in her own proud clime.

6

We tell thy doom without a sigh;

For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's,-
One of the few, the immortal names,

That were not born to die!

1 SUP'PLI-ANCE. Supplication; en- 4 SU'LI-OTE. An inhabitant of Suli, a treaty; submission.

2 TROPHIES. Memorials of victory.

> SIG'NET RING. A ring containing a signet or seal of authority.

mountainous district of Greece.

5 MŎS/LEM. Mussulmen; Turks.
6 STŌ'RIED. Celebrated or mentioned
in story.

XXIX. THE HARD-HEARTED RICH MAN.

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

1. OLD Jacob Stock! The chimes of the clock were not more punctual in proclaiming the progress of time, than in marking the regularity of his visits at the temples of Plutus in Threadneedle Street and Bartholomew Lane. His devotion to them was exemplary. In vain the wind and the rain, the hail and the sleet, battled against his rugged front. Not the slippery ice, nor the thickfalling snow, nor the whole artillery of elementary' warfare, could check the plodding perseverance of the man of the world, or tempt him to lose the chance which the morning, however unpropitious it seemed in its external aspect, might yield him of profiting by the turn of a fraction.

2. He was a stout-built, round-shouldered, squab-looking3 man, of a bearish aspect. His features were hard, and his heart was harder. You could read the interest-table in the wrinkles of his brow, trace the rise and fall of stocks by the look of his countenance, while avarice, selfishness, and money-getting glared from his gray, glassy eye. Nature had poured no balm into his breast, nor was his "gross and earthly mould" susceptible of pity. A single look of his would daunt the most importunate petitioner