Thus though abroad perchance I might appear To those who on my leisure would intrude Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree, And should my youth—as youth is apt, I know— Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be And as, when all the summer trees are seen The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among That in my age as cheerful I might be STANZAS WRITTEN IN MY LIBRARY M Y DAYS among the Dead are passed; Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With them I take delight in weal, And while I understand and feel My thoughts are with the Dead; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find My hopes are with the Dead: anon Through all futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, THE INCHCAPE ROCK O STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: N° The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, So little they rose, so little they fell, The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that Bell on the Inchcape Rock; When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The sun in heaven was shining gay; All things were joyful on that day; The sea-birds screamed as they wheeled round, The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen, 13684 He felt the cheering power of spring; But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok." The boat is lowered, the boatmen row, Sir Ralph bent over from the boat, And he cut the Bell from the Inchcape float. Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound; The bubbles rose and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; He scoured the seas for many a day: And now, grown rich with plundered store, He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, On the deck the Rover takes his stand; "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear, One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,- "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, They burnt his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide; And many a childing mother then, And new-born baby, died: But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun: But things like that, you know, must be, After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he: "It was a famous victory, |