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Thou shalt have half my gold !” he cried. Haste !-haste to yonder shore!' The boatman plied the oar; the boat went light along the stream ; Sudden Lord William heard a cry, like Edmund's drowning scream ! The boatman paused : “ Methought I heard a child's distressful cry!" “ 'Twas but the howling wind of night,” Lord William made reply ; “ Haste !-haste !—ply swift and strong the oar ! haste !-haste across the stream !”' Again Lord William heard a cry, like Enmund's drowning scream! “I heard a child's distressful voice," the boatman said again.
Nay, hasten on !- the night is dark—and we should search in vain !'' “ And oh ! Lord William, dost thou know how dreadful ’tis to die? And canst thou without pitying hear a child's expiring cry? How horrible it is to sink beneath the chilly stream, To stretch the powerless arms in vain, in vain for help to scream !" The shriek again was heard : it came more deep, more piercing loud : That instant o'er the food the moon shone through a broken cloud ; And near them they beheld a child-upon a crag he stood A little crag, and all around was spread the rising flood. The boatman plied the oar—the boat approached his resting-placeThe moon-beam shone upon the child—and showed how pale his face ! “Now, reach thine hand," the boatman cried, “Lord William, reach and save!". The child stretched forth its little hands—to grasp the hand he gave, Then William shrieked; the hand he touched was cold, and damp, and dead! He felt young Edmund in his arms! a heavier weight than lead ! “ Oh, mercy! help!” Lord William cried, “ the waters o'er me flow!"' “No-to a child's expiring cries no mercy didst thou show !” The boat sunk down, the murderer sunk, beneath the avenging stream,
he shrieked—no human ear heard William's drowning scream.
LACE there the boy,” the tyrant said ;
“ Fix me the apple on his head.
Ha! rebel, now !
With quivering brow
Their quivering breath.
All mute as death.
What! pause you still?
Rush for a moment o'er the Switzer's face ;
Unmoved, yet flushed, “I take thy terms,'
i he muttered low, Grasped eagerly the proffered bow,
The quiver searched,
The tough yew arched.
No step, no word, no breath.
And scarcely stirred.
But never moved.
The boy he loved. The Switzer gazed—the arrow hung, “My only boy!" sobbed on his tongue ;
He could not shoot. “ Ha !” cried the tyrant, “ doth he quail ? Mark how his haughty brow grows pale !” But a deep voice rung on the gale
“ Shoot, in God's name !" Again the drooping shaft he took, And turned to heaven one burning look,
Of all doubts reft.
Ha! ha! 'tis cleft!
What means it? Speak!” The Switzer raised his clinched hand high, Whilst lightening flashed across his eye
Incessantly, " To smite thee, tyrant, to the heart, Had heaven willed it that
dart Had touched my boy." Rebellion ! treason ! chain the slave !!! A hundred swords around him wave, Whilst hate to Gesler's features gave
And Lucerne's lake
Her fetters brake.
With wakening swell,
Of William Tell.
XXVII.-INSTABILITY OF HUMAN GLORY.
HENRY KIRK WHITE.
Ö HOW weak is mortal man ! how trifling-how confined his scope of vision!
Puffed with confidence, his phrase grows big with immortality; and he, poor insect of a summer's day! dreams of eternal honors to his name, of endless glory and perennial days. He idly reasons of eternity, as of the train of ages, -when, alas ! ten thousand thousand of his centuries are, in comparison, a little point too trivial for account. O, it is strange, 'tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies; beholå him proudly view some pompous pile, whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, and smile, and say, “My name shall live with this, till Time shall be no more ;'' while at his feet, yea, at his very feet, the crumbling dust of the fallen fabric of the other day preaches the solemn lesson.--He should know that Time must conquer ; that the loudest blast that ever filled Renown's obstreperous trump fades in the lapse of ages, and expires. Who lies inhumed in the terrific gloom of the gigantic pyramid ? or who reared its huge walls? Oblivion laughs and says,
prey is mine,'' — They sleep, and never more their names shall strike upon the ear of man--their memory burst its fetters.
XXVIII. LET THE ANGELS RING THE BELLS.
REV. J. E. RANKIN.
ET the angels ring the bells, Let the angels ring the bells,
Christmas bells !
Let the angels ring tbe bells, Brimming o'er with mirth and gladness, With their deep peals and sonorous, Tumbling, turning round in madness : Blending in metallic chorus:
Christmas bells ! Christmas bells ! Christmas bells ! Christmas bells ! Telling that, to shepherds told, Now to soft notes gently dwindling, In their midnight hymns of old- Then again to rapture kindling; That sweet tale once sung by them ; Ne'er before such joy to them : Christ is born in Bethlehem !
Christ is born in Bethlehem !
Let the children hear the bells,
Mem'ries of their childhood gleaming: Christmas bells !
Christmas bells ! Christmas bells ! With their romping shouts and laughter, They have heard them yearly ringing, Each the other running after ;
Nearer their translation bringing :
Sadly sweet the tale to them :
Christ is born in Bethlehem ! Let them be to them as joy-bells !
Christmas bells! Christmas bells! Let creation hear the bells, As they catch them, and glad listen,
Christmas bells ! See the light in their eyes glisten;
Cease her sighing and her moaning, Give them gifts of toy or gem:
Cease her travail and her groaning : Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Let creation hear the bells !
Christ has bought her man's redemption, Let the aged hear the bells,
Christ has brought her sin's exemption : Christmas bells !
Christmas bells ! Christmas bells ! Deaf and palsied, downward stooping, Let her join them in their ringing ; Sad and lone, round fireside grouping, Let her break forth into singing.
Let the aged hear the bells ! He her tide of woe shall stem : They right well discern their meaning, Christ, once born in Bethlehem !
HALL they bury me in the deep,
Where wind-forgetting waters sleep?
Oh, no! oh, no!
Oh, no! oh, no!
Oh! 'twere merry unto the grave to go,