XCVII. ENOCH ARDEN AT THE WINDOW. Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892, was born in Somerby, Lincolnshire, England; his father was a clergyman noted for his energy and physical stature. Alfred, with his two older brothers, graduated at Trinity College, Cambridge. His first volume of poems appeared in 1830; it made little impression, and was severely treated by the critics. On the publication of his third series, in 1842, his poetic genius began to receive general recognition. On the death of Wordsworth he was made poet laureate, and he was then regarded as the foremost living poet of England. "In Memoriam," written in memory of his friend Arthur Hallam, appeared in 1850; the "Idyls of the King," in 1858; and "Enoch Arden," a touching story in verse, from which the following selection is taken, was published in 1864. In 1883 he accepted a peerage as Baron Tennyson of Aldworth, Sussex, and of Freshwater, Isle of Wight. BUT Enoch yearned to see her face again; For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street, Of shingle, and a walk divided it: But Enoch shunned the middle walk, and stole Up by the wall, behind the yew; and thence For cups and silver on the burnished board Fair-haired and tall, and from her lifted hand To tempt the babe, who reared his creasy arms, Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe, Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness. And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love, Then he, tho' Miriam Lane had told him all, Because things seen are mightier than things heard, Staggered and shook, holding the branch, and feared To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry, Which in one moment, like the blast of doom, Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth. He, therefore, turning softly like a thief, Lest he should swoon and tumble and be found, As lightly as a sick man's chamber door, And there he would have knelt but that his knees His fingers into the wet earth, and prayed. "Too hard to bear! why did they take me thence? O God Almighty, blessed Savior, Thou That did'st uphold me on my lonely isle, Uphold me, Father, in my loneliness A little longer! aid me, give me strength Not to tell her, never to let her know. Help me not to break in upon her peace. My children too! must I not speak to these? They know me not. I should betray myself. Never! no father's kiss for me! the girl So like her mother, and the boy, my son!" There speech and thought and nature failed a little, And he lay tranced; but when he rose and paced Back toward his solitary home again, All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain, As tho' it were the burden of a song, "Not to tell her, never to let her know." NOTE.-Enoch Arden had been wrecked on an uninhabited island, and was supposed to be dead. After many years he was rescued, and returned home, where he found his wife happily married a second time. For her happiness, he kept his existence a secret, but soon died of a broken heart. XCVIII. LOCHINVAR. Он, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 66 She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? -Walter Scott. NOTES.-The above selection is a song taken from Scott's poem of "Marmion." It is in a slight degree founded on a ballad called 66 Katharine Janfarie," to be found in the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border." The Solway Frith, on the southwest coast of Scotland, is remarkable for its high spring tides. Bonnet is the ordinary name in Scotland for a man's cap. |