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THE ISLAND

From The Buccaneer>

HE Island lies nine leagues away;

THE Along its solitary shore.

Of craggy rock and sandy bay,

No sound but ocean's roar,

Save where the bold wild sea-bird makes her home,
Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam.

But when the light winds lie at rest,
And on the glassy, heaving sea,
The black duck with her glossy breast
Sits swinging silently,

How beautiful! no ripples break the reach,
And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.

And inland rests the green, warm dell;
The brook comes tinkling down its side;
From out the trees the Sabbath bell

Rings cheerful, far and wide,

Mingling its sound with bleatings of the flocks
That feed about the vale among the rocks.

Nor holy bell nor pastoral bleat

In former days within the vale;
Flapped in the bay the pirate's sheet;
Curses were on the gale;

Rich goods lay on the sand, and murdered men:
Pirate and wrecker kept their revels then.

But calm, low voices, words of grace,
Now slowly fall upon the ear;

A quiet look is in each face,

Subdued and holy fear.

Each motion gentle; all is kindly done

Come, listen how from crime this Isle was won.

WHO'S

THE DOOM OF LEE

From The Buccaneer>

THO'S sitting on that long black ledge.
Which makes so far out in the sea,
Feeling the kelp-weed on its edge?

Poor idle Matthew Lee!

So weak and pale? A year and little more.
And bravely did he lord it round this shore!

And on the shingles now he sits,

And rolls the pebbles 'neath his hands;
Now walks the beach; then stops by fits,
And scores the smooth wet sands;

Then tries each cliff and cove and jut that bounds
The isles; then home from many weary rounds.

They ask him why he wanders so,

From day to day, the uneven strand?

"I wish, I wish that I might go!

But I would go by land;

And there's no way that I can find. I've tried
All day and night!" He seaward looked, and sighed.

It brought the tear to many an eye
That once his eye had made to quail.
"Lee, go with us; our sloop is nigh;
Come! help us hoist her sail."

He shook. "You know the Spirit Horse I ride!
He'll let me on the sea with none beside!"

He views the ships that come and go,
Looking so like to living things.

O! 'tis a proud and gallant show

Of bright and broad-spread wings,

Making it light around them, as they keep

Their course right onward through the unsounded deep.

And where the far-off sand-bars lift

Their backs in long and narrow line,
The breakers shout, and leap, and shift,
And send the sparkling brine

Into the air, then rush to mimic strife:

Glad creatures of the sea, and full of life!

But not to Lee. He sits alone;

No fellowship nor joy for him.
Borne down by woe, he makes no moan,
Though tears will sometimes dim

That asking eye-oh, how his worn thoughts crave -
Not joy again, but rest within the grave.

To-night the charmèd number's told.

"Twice have I come for thee," it said.
"Once more, and none shall thee behold.
Come! live one, to the dead!"—

So hears his soul, and fears the coming night;
Yet sick and weary of the soft calm light.

Again he sits within that room;

All day he leans at that still board;
None to bring comfort to his gloom,
Or speak a friendly word.

Weakened with fear, lone, haunted by remorse,
Poor shattered wretch, there waits he that pale Horse.

Not long he waits. Where now are gone
Peak, citadel, and tower, that stood
Beautiful, while the west sun shone

And bathed them in his flood

Of airy glory!- Sudden darkness fell;

-

And down they went,-peak, tower, citadel.

The darkness, like a dome of stone,

Ceils up the heavens. 'Tis hush as death -
All but the ocean's dull low moan.
How hard Lee draws his breath!
He shudders as he feels the working Power.
Arouse thee, Lee! up! man thee for thine hour!

'Tis close at hand; for there, once more,
The burning ship. Wide sheets of flame
And shafted fire she showed before; -
Twice thus she hither came; -

But now she rolls a naked hulk, and throws
A wasting light; then, settling, down she goes.

And where she sank, up slowly came

The Spectre Horse from out the sea.
And there he stands! His pale sides flame.
He'll meet thee shortly, Lee.

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He treads the waters as a solid floor:

He's moving on. Lee waits him at the door.

They're met. "I know thou com'st for me,"
Lee's spirit to the Spectre said;

"I know that I must go with thee

Take me not to the dead.

It was not I alone that did the deed!"

Dreadful the eye of that still, spectral Steed!

Lee cannot turn. There is a force

In that fixed eye which holds him fast. How still they stand!-the man and horse. "Thine hour is almost past."

"Oh, spare me," cries the wretch, "thou fearful one!» "My time is full-I must not go alone."

"I'm weak and faint. Oh let me stay!"

"Nay, murderer, rest nor stay for thee!"
The horse and man are on their way;
He bears him to the sea.

Hark! how the Spectre breathes through this still night!
See, from his nostrils streams a deathly light!

He's on the beach, but stops not there;
He's on the sea! that dreadful horse!
Lee flings and writhes in wild despair!
In vain! The spirit-corse

Holds him by fearful spell; he cannot leap.
Within that horrid light he rides the deep.

It lights the sea around their track-
The curling comb, and dark steel wave:
There yet sits Lee the Spectre's back

Gone! gone! and none to save!

They're seen no more; the night has shut them in.
May Heaven have pity on thee, man of sin!

The earth has washed away its stain;
The sealed-up sky is breaking forth,
Mustering its glorious hosts again,

From the far south and north;

The climbing moon plays on the rippling sea.-
Oh, whither on its waters rideth Lee?

PAUL AND ABEL

From Paul Felton>

HR

E TOOK a path which led through the fields back of his house, and wound among the steep rocks part way up the range of high hills, till it reached a small locust grove, where it ended. He began climbing a ridge near him, and reaching the top of it, beheld all around him a scene desolate and broken as the ocean. It looked for miles as if one immense gray rock had been heaved up and shattered by an earthquake. Here and there might be seen shooting out of the clefts, old trees, like masts at sea. It was as if the sea in a storm had become suddenly fixed, with all its ships upon it. The sun shone glaring and hot on it, but there was neither life, nor motion, nor sound; the spirit of desolation had gone over it, and it had become the place of death. His heart sunk within him, and something like a superstitious dread entered him. He tried to rouse himself, and look about with a composed mind. It was in vain he felt as if some dreadful unseen power stood near him. He would have spoken, but he dared not in such a place.

To shake this off, he began clambering over one ridge after another, till, passing cautiously round a beetling rock, a sharp cry from out it shot through him. Every small jut and precipice sent it back with a Satanic taunt; and the crowd of hollows and points seemed for the instant alive with thousands of fiends. Paul's blood ran cold, and he scarcely breathed as he waited for their cry again; but all was still. Though his mind was of a superstitious cast, he had courage and fortitude; and ashamed of his weakness, he reached forward, and stooping down looked into the cavity. He started as his eye fell on the object within it. ་ Who and what are you?" cried he. "Come out, and let me see whether you are man or devil." And out crawled a miserable boy, looking as if shrunk up with fear and famine. "Speak, and tell me who you are, and what you do here," said Paul. The poor fellow's jaws moved and quivered, but he did not utter a sound. His spare frame shook, and his knees knocked against each other as in an ague fit. Paul looked at him for a moment. His loose shambly frame was nearly bare to the bones, his light sunburnt hair hung long and straight round his thin jaws and white eyes, that shone with a delirious glare, as if his mind had been terror-struck. There was a sickly, beseeching smile about

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