On a silken pallet lying, under hangings stiff with gold, Yet to die is fearful ever; oh, how fearful, when the sum Of the past is lengthened murder, and a fearful world to come! If that arrow did its duty,—if he share it with the king. "And dost thou ask me, man of blood, what evil thou hast done? I've lived; but all my life has been a memory of the slain ; When power and wealth can aid thee not, when, Richard, thou must DIE! What mean those pale, convulsive lips? What means that shrinking brow? Ha! Richard of the lion-heart, thou art a coward now! Now call thy hireling ruffians; bid them bring the cord and rack, And I shall die with joy, to think I've rid the world of thee." Swords are starting from their scabbards, grim and hardened warriors wait He has reason; never treason more became a traitor bold. Of a monarch who is sinking, sinking fast,—oh, not to rest! With a ray of hope to light the gloom when I am suffering — there!" I've often met with a fast young friend Have trusted that man of mail, If I had been the dying king, About as far as you could sling An elephant by the tail! GOOD subjects then, as now, no doubt, In time, "God save" the new one! One trouble was always whom to choose Amongst the heirs; for it raised the deuse And ran the subject's neck in a noose, Unless he chose the true one. Another difficult task, to judge If the coming king would bear a grudge And take the earliest chance to send To give his compliments at the end And whoever would have must seize his own. With a sad neglect of manners; Ere his breath was out, the courtiers ran, So Richard was left in a shabby way But the abbot was known to Richard well, - As preach; and he always preached to "soothe," With a mild regard for "the follies of youth,” – Himself, in epitome, proving the truth Of the world, the flesh, and the Devil. : This was the will that Richard made :- And to Rouen (it loved me most) The abbot looked grave, but never spoke. "Conveyed" the personals, jewels, and gold, On the valley would keep a watchful eye, And pounce on travellers with their cry, "The Rhine-dues! down! deliver!" And crack their crowns for any delay Is the origin true of an ancient phrase I mean, "To come down with the rhino." A LEGEND OF MARYLAND. "AN OWRE TRUE TALE." THE framework of modern history is, for the most part, constructed out of the material supplied by national transactions described in official documents and contemporaneous records. Forms of government and their organic changes, the succession of those who have administered them, their legislation, wars, treaties, and the statistics demonstrating their growth or decline, these are the elements that furnish the outlines of history. They are the dry timbers of a vast old edifice; they impose a dry study upon the antiquary, and are still more dry to his reader. But that which makes history the richest of philosophies and the most genial pursuit of humanity is the spirit that is breathed into it by the thoughts and feelings of former generations, interpreted in actions and incidents that disclose the passions, motives, and ambition of men, and open to us a view of the actual life of our forefathers. When we can contemplate the people of a past age employed in their own occupations, observe their habits and manners, comprehend their policy and their methods of pursuing it, our imagination is quick to clothe them with the flesh and blood of human brotherhood and to bring them into full sympathy with our individual nature. History then becomes a world of living figures, a theatre that presents to us a majestic drama, varied by alternate scenes of the grandest achievements and the most touching episodes of human existence. In the composing of this drama the author has need to seek his material in many a tangled thicket as well as in many an open field. Facts accidentally encountered, which singly have but little perceptible significance, are sometimes strangely discovered to illustrate incidents long obscured and incapable of explanation. They are like the lost links of a chain, which, being found, supply the means of giving cohesion and completeness to the heretofore useless fragments. The scholar's experience is full of these reunions of illustrative incidents gathered from regions far apart in space, and often in time. The historian's skill is challenged to its highest task in the effort to draw together those tissues of personal and local adventure which, at first without seeming or suspected dependence, prove, when brought into their proper relationship with each other, to be unerring exponents of events of highest concern. It is pleasant to fall upon the course of one of these currents of adventure,— |