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By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And, louder than the bolts 3 of heaven,
Far flashed the red artillery.
But redder yet that light shall glow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.5
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few shall part where many meet!
Campbell. 1 Linden, or Hohenlinden, lies about 1800, between the French, or
twenty miles to the east of Franks, and the combined AusMunich.
trians and Bavarians, some of 2 Charger, war-horse.
whom were Huns (Hungarians). 8 Bolts of heaven, thunderbolts.
The French were victorious. 4 Where furious Frank, &c. This battle, 5 Sulphurous annopy, clouds of gun
of which Campbell was an eye powder smoke.
THE WANDERING HARPER,
THE WANDERING HARPER.1
Summer eve is gone and past,
Bid not me, in battle-field,
I have song of war for knight-
Rokeby's lords of martial fame,
Rokeby's lords had fair regard
DEATH OF 'LITTLE JIM,' THE COLLIER'S CHILD.
1 The Harper, or Minstrel, the poet and such an occupation less necessary,
musician of ancient times, who and, in the reign of Elizabeth, traversed the country singing of those who practised it were love and war. He usually accom denounced as rogues, vagabonds, panied his songs with the harp or and beggars. other instrument, and was every- ? Wizard, enchanting. where an honoured guest. The 3 Goblin, a mischievous spirit. introduction of printing rendered | 4 Throvo, prospered.
DEATH OF 'LITTLE JIM, THE COLLIER'S CHILD. The cottage was a thatched one, its outside old and mean ; Yet everything within that cot was wondrous neat and clean ; The night was dark and stormy—the wind was blowing wild; A patient mother sat beside the death-bed of her childA little, worn-out creature—his once-bright eyes grown dim : It was a Collier's only child—they called him 'Little Jim.'
And oh! to see the briny tears fast flowing down her cheek, As she offered up a prayer in thought !-she was afraid to
speak, Lest she might waken one she loved far dearer than her life ; For she had all a mother's heart, that wretched Collier's wife. With hands uplifted, see! she kneels beside the sufferer's bed, And prays that God will spare her boy, and take herself
instead : She gets her answer from the child—soft fall these words
from him : Mother! the angels do so smile, and beckon Little Jim !
'I have no pain, dear mother, now; but, oh! I am so dry;1 Just moisten poor Jim's lips once more; and, mother, do not
cry!' With gentle, trembling haste, she held a tea-cup to his lipsHe smiled to thank her-then he took three little tiny sips, “Tell father, when he comes from work, I said “good-night!”
to him ; And, mother, now I'll go to sleep.' . . Alas! poor little Jim ! She saw that he was dying! The child she loved so dear Had uttered the last words she'd ever wish to hear.
THE OLD ARM-CHAIR.
The cottage door is opened—the Collier's step is heard ;
Farmer. 1 Dry, thirsty.
THE OLD ARM-CHAIR.
Would ye learn the spell ? A mother sat there;
Eliza Cook. 1 Sainted, sacred.
crater of a volcano during an erup2 Lava, burning. Lava is the molten tion; the burning griefs of memory
substance which issues from the are likened to a stream of lava.
ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO.
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !
Thou messenger of spring !
And woods thy welcome sing.