66 'Bravely, old man, this health has sped, The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue; Thrice did he raise the goblet high, "And is it thus a brother hails A brother's fond remembrance here? Roused by the sneer, he raised the bowl; Internal fear appall'd his soul, He said, and dash'd the cup to earth. "T is he! I hear my murderer's voice," The tapers wink, the chieftains shrink, His waist was bound with a broad belt round, But his breast was bare, with the red wounds there, And thrice he smiled, with his eye so wild, And thrice he frown'd on a Chief on the ground, The bolts loud roll, from pole to pole, And the gleaming Form, through the mist of the storm, Cold was the feast, the revel ceased; Ambition nerved young Allan's hand, Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow; Whose streaming life-blood stains his side? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low, The dart has drunk his vital tide. She bade his wounded pride rebel : Alas! that eyes which beam'd with love Should urge the soul to deeds of Hell. Lo! seest thou not a lonely tomb, Which rises o'er a warrior dead? It glimmers through the twilight gloom; Far, distant far, the noble grave, Which held his clan's great ashes, stood; And o'er his corse no banners wave, For they were stain'd with kindred blood. What minstrel grey, what hoary bard, Shall Allan's deeds on harp-strings raise? The song is glory's chief reward, But who can strike a murderer's praise? 1 Unstrung, untouch'd, the harp must stand, His harp in shuddering chords would break. No lyre of fame, no hallow'd verse, Shall sound his glories high in air: A dying father's bitter curse, A brother's death-groan echoes there. LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. [As the author was discharging his pistols in a garden, two ladies passing near the spot were alarmed by the sound of a bullet hissing near them; to one of whom the following stanzas were addressed the next morning.]* DOUBTLESS, sweet girl! the hissing lead, Surely some envious demon's force, Yes! in that nearly fatal hour The ball obey'd some hell-born guide; Yet, as perchance one trembling tear Say, what dire penance can atone * The occurrence took place at Southwell, and the beautiful lady to whom the lines were addressed was Miss Houson.-E. This word is used by Gray, in his poem to the Fatal Sisters : "Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles through the darken'd air." Might I perform the judge's part, Which but belong'd to thee before. The least atonement I can make Is to become no longer free; But thou, perhaps, may'st now reject Choose then, relentless! and I swear TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN.* THESE locks, which fondly thus entwine, Why should you weep like Lydia Languish, * See ante, p. 188, note. For gardens seem, by one consent, Had changed the place of declaration. * In the above little piece the author has been accused by some candid readers of introducing the name of a lady from whom he was some hundred miles distant at the time this was written; and poor Juliet, who has slept so long in "the tomb of all the Capulets," has been converted, with a trifling alteration of her name, into an English damsel, walking in a garden of their own creation, during the month of December, in a village where the author never passed a winter. Such has been the candour of some ingenious critics. We would advise these liberal commentators on taste and arbiters of decorum to read Shakspeare. † Having heard that a very severe and indelicate censure has been passed on the above poem, I beg leave to reply in a quotation from an admired work, "Carr's Stranger in France."-" As we were contemplating a painting on a large scale, in which, among other figures, is the uncovered whole length of a warrior, a prudishlooking lady, who seemed to have touched the age of desperation, after having attentively surveyed it through her glass, observed to her party, that there was a great deal of indecorum in that picture. Madame S. shrewdly whispered in my ear, 'that the indecorum was in the remark.'" |