met;

O brother! to my knowledge lost so long,
But neither lost to love, nor to regret,
Nor to my wishes lost;-forgive the wrong,
(Such it may seem) if I thy crown have
Thy royal mantle worn: [borne,
I was their natural guardian; and 'tis just
That now I should restore what hath been
held in trust."

A while the astonished Artegal stood mute, Then thus exclaimed-"To me, of titles shorn, [tute, And stripped of power!-me, feeble, destiTo me a kingdom!-spare the bitter

scorn!

If justice ruled the breast of foreign kings,
Then, on the wide-spread wings
Of war, had I returned to claim my right;
This will I here avow, not dreading thy
despite."

"I do not blame thee," Elidure replied;
"But, if my looks did with my words agree,
I should at once be trusted, not defied,
And thou from all disquietude be free.
May the unsullied goddess of the chase,
Who to this blessed place
At this blest moment led me, if I speak
With insincere intent, on me her vengeance
wreak !

Thy virtue-who may hate: For, if, by such strange sacrifice restored, He reign, thou still must be his king, and sovereign lord.

"Lifted in magnanimity above
Aught that my feeble nature could perform,
Or even conceive; surpassing me in love
Far as in power the eagle doth the worm;
I, brother! only should be king in name,
And govern to my shame;

A shadow in a hated land, while all
Of glad or willing service to thy share
would fall."

"Believe it not," said Elidure; "respect Awaits on virtuous life, and ever most Attends on goodness with dominion decked, Which stands the universal empire's boast; This can thy own experience testify:

Nor shall thy foes deny That, in the gracious opening of thy reign, Our father's spirit seemed in thee to breathe again.

"

'And what if o'er that bright unbosoming Clouds of disgrace and envious fortune past!

Have we not seen the glories of the spring
By veil of noontide darkness overcast?
The frith that glittered like a warrior's
shield,

The sky, the gay green field, Are vanished;-gladness ceases in the groves, [mountain coves. And trepidation strikes the blackened

The reinstated Artegal became

Such heart was in her, being then
A little prattler among men.
The blessing of my later years
Was with me when a boy :
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.

TO A BUTTERFLY.

I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,.
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.

How motionless!-not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
Hath found you out among the trees,
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
And calls you forth again!

freed

Of vice, thenceforth unable to subvert

Or shake his high desert.

Long did he reign; and, when he died, the

tear

[bier. Of universal grief bedewed his honoured

My trees they are, my sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us, on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song;
And summer days when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

A FAREWELL.

FAREWELL, thou little nook of mountain. ground,

Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Of that magnificent temple which doth bound [rare; One side of our whole vale with grandeur Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, The loveliest spot that man hath ever found, [peaceful care,. Farewell!-we leave thee to Heaven's Thee, and the cottage which thou dost surround.

Our boat is safely anchored by the shore, And safely she will ride when we are gone;. The flowering shrubs that decorate our door

Will prosper, though untended and alone: Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have [store These narrow bounds contain our private

none:

upon;

[more. Here they are in our sight-we have no

Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell! [sought; For two months now in vain we shall be We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat, [well! Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, fareWhom from the borders of the lake we brought,

And placed together near our rocky well.

We go for one to whom ye will be dear; And she will prize this bower, this Indian shed,

Our own contrivance, building without peer! A gentle maid, whose heart is lowly bred, Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered,

rock's breast

Glittered at evening like a starry sky; And in this bush our sparrow built her nest,

Of which I sung one song that will not die.

Oh, happy garden! whose seclusion deep Hath been so friendly to industrious hours; And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, [bowers;

And wild notes warbled among leafy Two burning months let summer overleap, And, coming back with her who will be

ours,

Into thy bosom we again shall creep.

STANZAS

cheer,

Will come to you; to you herself will wedAnd love the blessed life that we lead here.

Dear spot! which we have watched with tender heed, [blown Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms Among the distant mountains, flower and weed,

Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though nature's child indeed,

Fair in thyself and beautiful alone,

SON'S "CASTLE OF INDOLENCE."

WITHIN Our happy castle there dwelt one
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
Here on his hours he hung as on a book;
On his own time here would he float away,
As doth a fly upon a summer brook;
But go to-morrow-or belike to-day
Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none
can say.

Thus often would he leave our peaceful home,

Out of our valley's limits did he roam:
Full many a time, upon a stormy night,
His voice came to us from the neighbour.
ing height:

Oft did we see him driving full in view
At mid-day when the sun was shining
bright;

What ill was on him, what he had to do,
A mighty wonder bred among our quiet

crew.

Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man When he came back to us, a withered flower,

Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan. Down would he sit; and without strength or power [hour. Look at the common grass from hour to And oftentimes, how long I fear to say,

Retired in that sunshiny shade he lay:
And, like a naked Indian, slept himself

away.

Great wonder to our gentle tribe it was Whenever from our valley he withdrew; For happier soul no living creature has Than he had, being here the long day through.

Some thought he was a lover, and did woo: Some thought far worse of him, and judged him wrong: [to;

But verse was what he had been wedded And his own mind did like a tempest

strong

And, sooth, these two did love each other dear,

As far as love in such a place could be; There did they dwell-from earthly labour free,

As happy spirits as were ever seen;
If but a bird, to keep them company,
Or butterfly sate down, they were, I ween,
As pleased as if the same had been a
maiden queen.

LOUISA.

I MET Louisa in the shade;

wight along.

Why should I fear to say
And down the rocks can leap along,
That she is ruddy, fleet, and strong;
Like rivulets in May?

And she hath smiles to earth unknown;
Smiles, that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise;
That come and go with endless play,
And ever, as they pass away,
Are hidden in her eyes.

She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Yet o'er the moorland will she roam
In weather rough and bleak;
And, when against the wind she strains,
Oh, might I kiss the mountain rains,
That sparkle on her cheek!

Take all that's mine "beneath the moon,"
May sit beneath the walls
If I with her but half a noon

When up she winds along the brook
Of some old cave, or mossy noɔk,

To hunt the waterfalls.

STRANGE fits of passion I have known:
But in the lover's ear alone,
And I will dare to tell,

What once to me befel.

When she I loved was strong and gay,
And like a rose in June,

I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath the evening moon.

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;