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“ With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And new-born baby died !-
After the field was won ;
Lay rotting in the sun !
And our good Prince Eugène.”
Said little Wilhelmine.
Who this great fight did win.” “But what good came of it at last ?"
Quoth little Peterkin. Why, that I cannot tell,” said he, “But 'twas a famous victory !”
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes, as the lairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
The smoke now West, now South.
“ Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see !"
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the North-east ; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
“ Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so ;
That ever wind did blow."
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat,
Against the stinging blast ;
And bound her to the mast.
“O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
it be ?”
And he steered for the open sea.
“O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh, say, what may it ?” “Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea !”
“O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh, say, what may it be ?"
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the glancing snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed
That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land ;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts, went by the board ; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared !
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow !
On the reef of Norman's Woe!
ALEXANDER AND PHILIP.
BY MISS LANDON.
He stood by the river's side,
A conqueror and a king,
Amid the armèd ring.
And the morning march had been long,
And the noontide sun was high,
And heat closed every eye;
The cypress spread their gloom
Like a cloak from the noontide beam,
And plunged in the silver stream. ;
They took the king to his tent
From the river's fatal banks,
Like a storm through the Grecian ranks :
Many a leech heard the call,
But each one shrank away ;
Was the weight of fear that day:
But one with the royal youth
Had be from his earliest hour,
And he knew that his hand was power ;
Alexander took the cup,
And from beneath his head a scroll,
And bade Philip read the roll;