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Up with my banner on the wall,—the banquet-board prepare Throw wide the portal of my hall, and bring my armor there!"

5. A hundred hands were busy then : the banquet forth was spread, And

Trung the heavy oaken floor with many a martial tread; While from the rich, dark tracery, along the vaulted wall, Lights gleamed on harness, plume, and spear, o'er the proud old Göthic hall.

6. Fast húrrying through the outer gate,the mailed retainers poured, On through the portal's frowning arch, and thrõnged around

the board ; While at its head, within his dark, carved, oaken chair of state, Armed cap-a-pie,' stern Rudiger, with girded falchion sate.

7. “Fill every beaker up, my men!-pour forth the cheering wine! There's life and strength in every drop,—thanksgiving to the vine! Are ye all there, my vassals true ?-mine eyes are waxing dim: Fill round, my tried and fearless ones, each goblet to the brim!

8. “Ye're there, but yět I see you not!—draw forth each trusty sword, And let me hear your faithful steel clash once around my board! I hear it faintly : Louder yet! What clogs my heavy breath? Up, all!--and shout for Rudiger, DEFIANCE UNTO DEATH!'”

9. Bowl rang to bowl, steel clanged to steel, and rose a děafening cry, That made the torches flare around, and shook the flags on high : “Ho! cravens! do ye fear him? Slaves! traitors! have ye flown? Ho! cowards, have ye left me to meet him here ălone ?

10. “But I defy him!-let him come!" Down rang


massy cup, While from its sheath the ready blade came flashing half-way up; And, with the black and heavy plumes scarce trembling on his

head, There, in his dark, carved, oaken chair, old Rudiger sat-dead!

GREENE. Căp'a piē', from head to foot; shorter than the ordinary military all over.

sword, and less heavy, much used * Falchion, (fái chůn), a broad from the eighth to the fifteenth sword, with a slightly curved point, century.

MR. ALBERT G. GREENE was born at Providence, Rhode Island, February 10th, 1802. He was a graduate at Brown University in 1820, practiced law in his native city until 1834, since which time he has held office under the city government. One of his earliest metrical compositions was the popular ballad of “Old Grimes." His poems, which were principally written for periodicals, have never been published in a collected form. One of his longest serious ballads, entitled “ Canonchet,” is published in Updike's “History of the Narraghansett Church."


HEwarrior bowed his crěstèd head, and tamed his heart of fire,


“I bring thee here my fortress-keys, I bring my captive train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord !-Oh! break my father's chain !"

2. * Rise, rise! even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day: Mount thy good horse ; and thou and I will meet him on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed.

3. And lol from far, as on they pressed, there came a glittering band, With one that ʼmidst them stately rode, as a leader in the land : “Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in věry truth, is he, The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearned so long to see.”

4. His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue

came and went: He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismount

ing, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he tookWhat was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ?

· Bernardo del Carpio, a celebra- release. Alphonso therefore offered ted Spanish champion, after many in- Bernardo the person of his father in effectual efforts to procure the release exchange for the castle of Carpio. of his father, Count Saldana, whom Bernardo immediately gave up his King Alphonso, of Asturias, had long stronghold with all his captives; and retainedin prison, at last took uparms rode forth with the king to meet his in despair. He maintained so de- father, who he was assured was on structive a war that the king's sub- his way from prison. The remainder jects united in demanding Saldana's of the story is related in the ballad.

5. That hand was cold, a frozen thing, it dropped from his like lead! He looked up to the face above,—the face was of the dead ! A plume waved y'er the noble brow,—the brow was fixed and

white : He met, at last, his father's eyes,—but in them was no sight!

6. Uy from the ground he sprang and gazed ;-but who could paint

that gaze?

They hushed their věry hearts, that saw its hõrror and ămāze :They might have chained him, as before that stony form he stood; For the powerwas stricken from his arm, and from his lip the blood.

7. “FATHER!” at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood

then : Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown,He flung his falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down.

8. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful

brow, “No more, there is no more,” he said, “ to lift the sword for, now; My king is false—my hope betrayed! My father-Oh! the worth, The glory, and the loveliness, are passed away from earth!

9. "I thought to stand wherebanners waved, mysire, beside thee, yet! I would that there our kindred blood on Spain's free soil had met! Thou wouldst have known my spirit, then ;-for thee fields

were won ; And thou hast perished in thychains, asthough thou hadst noson!"

10. Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the mon

arch's rein, Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, ö’ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face-the king before the dead :

11. “Came I not forth, upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss ? Be still, and gaze thou on, false king! and tell me, what is this?


The voice, the glance, the heart I sought-give answer, where

are they? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay!

12. "Into these glassy eyes put light;—be still! keep down thine ire! Bid these white lips a blessing speak,—this earth is not my sire: Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was

shed !Thou canst not? and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!”

13. He loosed the steed,—his slack hand fell;—upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad

place : His hope was crushed, his after fate untold in martial strain :His banner led the spears no more, amidst the hills of Spain.

MRS. HEMANS. MRS. HEMANS (Felicia Dorothea Browne), the daughter of a Liverpool merchant, was born in that town on the 25th of September, 1793. Her father, soon after, experiencing some reverses, removed with his family to Wales, and there the young poetess imbibed that love of nature which is displayed in all her works. She wrote verses from her childhood, and published a poetical volume in her fourteenth year. Her second volume, “ The Domestic Affections," which appeared in 1812, established her poetical reputation. In the same year she marricd Captain Hemans, who, after some years, went to reside on the Continent, his wife remaining at home with her five sons. She became more and more devoted to study and composition. In 1819 she won a prize of £50, offered by some patriotic Scots for the best poem on Sir William Wallace, and in June, 1821, she obtained the prize awarded by the Royal Society of Literature for the best poem on the subject of Dartmoor. She succeeded well in narrative and dramatic poetry, though the character of her genius was decidedly lyrical and reflective. Her numerous poems are admirable for purity of sentiment and gentle pathos; and her personal character was amiable, modest, and exemplary. After several changes of residence, she died in Dublin, on the 16th of May, 1835.



HE peculiar sublimity of the Roman mind does not express

to in ,

according to the Roman ideal of it, was not an adequate organ for the grander movements of the nătional mind. Roman sublimity must be looked for in Roman acts, and in Roman sayings. Where, again, will you find a more adequate expression of the Roman majesty, than in the saying of Trajan'-Imperatorem oportere stantem mori—that Cæsar' ought to die standing ?-speech of imperatoriäl' grandeur. Implying that he, who was “the foremost man of all this world,” and, in regard to all other nations, the representative of his own, should express its characteristic virtue in his farewell act—should die in procinctu," and should meet the last enemy as the first, with a Roman countenance and in a soldier's attitude. If this had an imperatorial, what follows had a consular majesty, and is almost the grandèst story upon record.

2. Māriüs, the man who rose to be seven times consul, was in a dungeon, and a slave was sent in with commission to put him to death. These were the persons—the two extremities of esalted and forlorn humanity, its vanward and its rearward man, a Roman consul and an abject slave. But their natural relations to each other were, by the caprice of fortune, monstrously inverted : the consul was in chains; the slave was for a moment the arbiter of his fate. By what spells, what magic, did Marius reïnstate himself in his natural prerogatives? By what marvels drawn from heaven or from earth, did he, in the twinkling of an eye, again invest himself with the purple, and place between himself and his assassin a host of shadowy lictors ? 3. By the mere blank supremacy of great minds over weak

He fascinated the slave, as a rattlesnake does a bird. Standing “like Teneriffe,” he smote him with his eye, and said, Tunc, homo, audes occidere C. Marium ?”—Dost thou, fellow,



1 Trā'jan, one of the most illustri- and died by the hands of assassins, ous emperors of Rome, was born near in the Senate House, in the 15th of Seville, in Spain, in the year 53. By March, in the fifty-sixth year of his his great victories over the Dacians, age. As a warrior, a statesman, and Germans, and Parthians, he fixed sc- a man of letters, he was one of the curely the boundaries of the Roman most remarkable men of any age. empire on the banks of the Rhino Im per a to' ri al, of, or relating and the Tigris. His internal admin- to the office of Imperator, or Comistration was equally glorious, his mander-in-chief, a title of honor conreign being celebrated for its great ferred on Roman generals for great clemency, and rigid discipline of military exploits; commanding. justice, and for its humanity to * In procinctu, about to join batChristians. He died at Selinus, a tle; ready for action. town in Cilicia, August, 117.

• Mā'ri us, one of the greatest · Caius Julius Cæsar, Dictator of generals and dictators of the Roman Rome, was born July 12th, B. C. 100, republic, born about 157, died B. C. 86.

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