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No pity she looks for, no alms doth she seek,
Through her tatters the winds of the winter blow bleak
Yet cheerful and happy, nor distant the day,
Poor Mary the Maniac hath been;
The Traveller remembers, who journeyed this way,
As Mary, the Maid of the Inn.
Her cheerful address filled the guests with delight,
She loved, and young Richard had settled the day,
But Richard was idle and worthless, and they
'Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night, And fast were the windows and door;
Two guests sat enjoying the fire that burnt bright,
""Tis pleasant," cried one," seated by the fire-side,
"What a night for the Abbey !" his comrade replied, "Methinks a man's courage would now be well tried Who should wander the ruins about.
"I myself, like a school-boy, should tremble to hear
"I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried,
"That Mary would venture there now."
"Then wager and lose!" with a sneer he replied, "I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side, And faint if she saw a white cow."
"Will Mary this charge on her courage allow?”
"I shall win, for I know she will venture there now,
With fearless good-humour did Mary comply,
O'er the path so well known still proceeded the Maid
Through the gateway she entered, she felt not afraid,
All around her was silent, save when the rude blast
Over weed-covered fragments she fearlessly passed,
Where the elder-tree grew in the aisle.
Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, And hastily gathered the bough;
When the sound of a voice seemed to rise on her ear,She paused, and she listened intently, in fear,
And her heart panted painfully now.
The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head,
The wind fell; her heart sunk in her bosom with dread,
Of footsteps approaching her near.
Behind a wide column half breathless with fear,
That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear,
Then Mary could feel her heart-blood curdle cold;
It blew off the hat of the one, and, behold!
She felt, and expected to die.
“Curse the hat!" he exclaims. "Nay, come on till we hide The dead body,” his comrade replies.
She beholds them in safety pass on by her side,
And fast through the Abbey she flies.
She ran with wild speed,- she rushed in at the door,— She gazed in her terror around,
Then her limbs could support their faint burden no more, And, exhausted and breathless, she sunk on the floor,
Unable to utter a sound.
Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart,
Where the old Abbey stands, on the common hard by,
His irons you still from the road may espy;
The traveller beholds them and thinks with a sigh
THE CROSS IN THE WILDERNESS.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
SILENT and mournful sat an Indian chief,
His eyes, that might not weep, were dark with grief,
There came a lonely traveller o'er the wild,
And he, too, paused in reverence by that grave, Asking the tale of its memorial, piled
Between the forest and the lake's bright wave; Till, as a wind might stir a withered oak, On the deep dream of age his accents broke. And the grey chieftain, slowly rising, said,— "I listened for the words, which years ago Passed o'er these waters. Though the voice is fled Which made them as a singing fountain's flow, Yet, when I sit in their long-faded track, Sometimes the forest's murmur gives them back. "Ask'st thou of him whose house is lone beneath? I was an eagle in my youthful pride,
When o'er the seas he came, with summer's breath, To dwell amidst us, on the lake's green side. Many the times of flowers have been since thenMany, but bringing naught like him again!
"Not with the hunter's bow and spear he came,
Beyond the dust wherein our fathers dwell: Bright must they be! for there are none that die, And none that weep, and none that say 'Farewell!' He came to guide us thither; but away The Happy called him, and he might not stay. "We saw him slowly fade-athirst, perchance, For the fresh waters of that lovely clime: Yet was there still a sunbeam in his glance,
And on his gleaming hair no touch of time-
Of one still morn, beneath his chosen tree;
"And then once more they trembled on his tongue,
It is enough! he sank upon my breast-