I swung myself upon the flattened shelf And with my feet thrust off, with all my might, The puny bark into the hell of waters.-Page 103. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone But we left him alone with his glory! THE CAVALIER'S ESCAPE. WALTER THORNBURY. Trample! trample! went the roan, Trap! trap! went the gray; But pad! pad! PAD! like a thing that was mad, My chestnut broke away. It was just five miles from Salisbury town, And but one hour to day. Thud! THUD! came on the heavy roan, Rap! RAP! the mettled gray; But my chestnut mare was of blood so rare, They splashed through miry rut and pool,— To Salisbury town-but a mile of down, Trap! trap! I heard their echoing hoofs The roan flew on at a staggering pace, I patted old Kate, and gave her the spur, But trample! trample! came their steeds, I felt like a royal hart at bay, And made me ready to turn. I looked where highest grew the May, I flew at the first knave's sallow throat; One blow, and he was down. The second rogue fired twice, and missed; I sliced the villian's crown, Clove through the rest, and flogged brave Kate, Fast, fast to Salisbury town! Pad! pad! they came on the level sward, Thud! thud! upon the sand, With a gleam of swords and a burnng match, But one long bound, and I passed the gate, RICHELIEU AND FRANCE. E. BULWER LYTTON. My liege, your anger can recall your trust, Annul my office, spoil me of my lands, Rifle my coffers; but my name,—my deeds,— |