He loosed his hold, and his English heart Took part with the dead before him; And he honoured the brave who died sword in hand, As with softened brow he leant o'er him. "A soldier's death thou hast boldly died, A soldier's grave won by it: Before I would take this sword from thine hand, My own life's blood should dye it. Thou shalt not be left for the carrion crow, Then dug he a grave in the crimson earth, L. E. Landon. COUNT GERO OF MONTFORT. It was De Montfort, age-worn knight, Earth, water, heaven, in dread repose; And, as he from that trance awoke, And words of love and blessing spoke, Took leave of lordship, towers, and land, And lo! while there he listening stood, A skiff with swelling sail lay nigh; St. Peter's house, that stilly spot The Churchman blest that counsel wise; O, but the Count exulted too! Much mov'd, he spake, "O, coulds't thou see, Lord Abbot, half my joy! That water gazes up at me, Like mother on her boy! For know, by yonder rocky horn, And, as I in this shallop lie, Rock'd on the glittering deep, I feel once more in infancy My mother's voice is murmuring nigh, Meanwhile the bark drives cheerly on; They see the tall Horn rise; The Count, with mingling thoughts foredone, Closes his weary eyes; And by the rudder's even play, Stretch'd on the deck he slumbering lay. And as the light bark sweeps along, His natal spot they near; Then fell his mother's cradle song He oped his eyes, and cried, "How deep, He droop'd his weary lids once more, Stay, shallop, stay! thy course is o'er- The Abbot kneels before him now, Make in the holy house his grave; By the warbling wave, at first that gave, In gentle peace, secure from harms, Rev. Henry Thompson. GRIZZEL HUME. Sir Patrick Hume of Polwarth, afterwards Lord Marchmont, was one of the leaders of the Jerviswood plot in the reign of Charles II. When this conspiracy was discovered, Sir Patrick, having narrowly escaped falling into the hands of those who were sent to arrest him, concealed himself in a vault in the churchyard of Polwarth, and remained there till his enemies had given up seeking for him in that neighbourhood. During his sojourn in this dark and melancholy lurking-place, his daughter Grizzel, a girl about eighteen years old, conveyed provisions to her father every night. She was obliged to go forth alone, at midnight, for this purpose; and great must have been her alarm and anxiety during each of these perilous expeditions; for had chance discovered her to any evil-disposed person, the secret of her father's hiding-place must inevitably have been discovered, and there can be but little doubt that he would have shared the fate of the noble Baillie of Jerviswood, who, having refused to purchase safety by becoming a witness against Lord Russell, suffered death about this time. Vide SCOTT's Tales of a Grandfather: 2nd series, vol. ii. WHEN midnight flung o'er earth and sea All fearless and alone was she, With eyes of hope, and peace, and truth,— Violets half hid in snow; Wearing the glory of her youth Upon a cloudless brow; Oh, seldom hath the silent night She glides along the shadowy copse, "Oh, speak, my child, the night is dark, Thou comest pale and fast!" "I heard the startled watchdog's bark And hurried on, in fear lest he "And couldst thou pass the churchyard drear, Nor pause in chilly dread ?" 66 'Nay, mother, wherefore should I fear I only thought, how calm they sleep "Did not thy weary footsteps stray? I ever thought the stars did shed "And didst thou see thy father's face ?". He bade me labour still to make "Bless thee, my comfort and my child !— And said I bravely did, and well, To visit his forsaken cell." "And look'd he pale?" "Ay, somewhat pale, But firm and blithe of cheer, Like one whose heart could never fail, And calm and stedfastly he spake Of things whereat my heart must break. Yes, changeless was his aspect when But he murmur'd Monmouth's name, and then And he brake off, as though in fear He bade me pray at morn and eve The right, nor love the wrong. I pray, sweet mother, join me thus,- Mother and child knelt mutely there, A sight that angels love; The incense of their tearful prayer Rose to the heavens above; And softer sleep, and hopes more bright, Full oft, when fairer days were come, And bent his head, and smiled to see His daughter's first-born climb his knee. |