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DOUCTAS 4f|6 LORD RANDOLPH.

MY name is Norval: on the-Grampian hills

My father feeds his flock; a frugal swain,

Whose constant cares were to increase his store,

And keep his only son, myself, at home.

For 1 had heard of battles, and I long'd

To follow to the field some warlike lord;

And Heaven soon gi anted what my sire denied.

This moon, which rose last night round as my shield^,

Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light,

A band of fierce barbarians, from the hitls,

Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale,

Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled

For safety, and for succour. I alone,

With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows,

Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd

The road he took, then hasted to my friends:

Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,

I met advancing. The pursuit 1 led,

Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe.

We fought and conquer'd. Ere a sword was drawn,

An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief,

Who wore that day the arms which now 1 wear.

Returning home in triumph, 1 disdain'd

The shepherd's slothful lite ; and having heard

That our good king had summonM his bold peers

To lead their warriors to the Carron side,

1 left my father's house, and took ti ith me

A chosen servant to conduct my steps :—

Yon trembling coward, who foisook his master.

Journeying with this intent, I pass'd thtte towers,

And Heaven-directed, came this day to do
The happy deed that gilds my humble name.

Home.

CHAP. XIX.

OTHELLO's APOLOGY.

MOST potent, grave, and reverend Seigniors,

My very noble and appiov'd good masters,

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,

It is most true; true, I have married her;

The very head and front of my offending

Hath (his extent: no more. Rude am I in speech,

And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;

For since these arms of mine had seven years pith,

Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd

Their dearest action in the tented field;

And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains to feats of broils and battle;

And therefore little shall I grace my cause,

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patience,

I will a round unvariish'd tale deliver,

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,

What conjuration, and what mighty magic,

(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal)

I won his daughter with.

Her father lov'd me, oft invited me;
Still question'c! me the story of my life,
From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have past.

I ran it through, e'en from my boyish days,
To th' very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood afid field;
Of hair:breadth 'scapes in the imminent deadly breach;

Of being taken by the insolent foe,

And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,

And with it all my travel's history;

Wherein of antres vast, and deserts wild,

Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whoseheadstouchheav'n

It is my hint to speak.—All these to hear

Would Desdemona seriously incline.

But.still the. house-affairs would draw her hence,

Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,

She'd come again, and with a greedy ear

Devour up my discourse: which I observing,

Took once a pliant hour, and found good means

To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,

That I would all my pilgrimage dilate;

Whereof by parcels she had something heard,

But not distinctively. I did consent,

And often did beguile her of her tears,'

When I did speak of some distressful stroke

That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

She swore in faith,'twas strange,'twas passing strange;

'Twas pitiful, 'twas wond'rous pitiful

She wish'd she had not heard it yet she wish'd

Tha't Heav'n had made her such a man;...she thank'd me,

And bade me if I had a friend that lov'd her,

I should teach him how to tell my story,

And that would woo her. On this hint I spake;

She lov'd me for the dangers I had past;

And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.

This only is the witchcraft I have us'd.

CHAP. XX.

ELIZA.

NOW stood Eliza on the wood-crown'd height, O'ei Minden's plain, spectatres of the fight; Sought wi*h bold eye amid the bloody strife Her dearer self, the partner of her life; From hill to hill the rushing host pursued, And view'd his banner, or believ'd she view'd. Pleased with the distant roar, with quicker tread , Fast by the hand one lisping boy she led ; , And one fair girl amid the loud alarm Slept on her 'kerchief, cradled by her arm; While on her brows bright beams of honor dart, And love's warm eddies circle round her heart. —Near and more near the intrepid Beauty press'd Saw through the driving smoke his dancing crest, Heard the exulting shout, " they run! they run I" "Great God !" she cried," He's safe ! the battle's won!" —A bail now hisses through the airy tides, (Some Fury wing'd it, and some Demon -guides!) Parts the fine locks, her graceful head that deck, , Wounds her fair ear, and sinks into her- neck, The red stream issuing from her azure-veins, Dyes her white veil, her ivory bosom, stains.— .' t —" Ah me!" she cried, and sinking on the ground, Kiss'd her dear babes, regardless of the wound; "Ob, cease not yet to beat, thou vital urn! '' Wait, gushing life, oh, wait my Love's return !— "Hoarse barks the wolf, the vuiture screams from far! "The angel, Pity, shuns the walks of war !— "Oh, spare ye war-hounds, spare their tender age! "On me, on me," she cried, "exhaust your rage !— Then with weak arms her weeping babes caress'df And sighing hid them in her blood-stain'd vest,..

From teftt to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes; Eliza's name along the camp In: dalls, Eliza echoes through the canvas walls; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, O'er groaning heaps, the dying and-ihe dead, Vault o'er the plain, and in the tangled wood, Lo! dead Eliza weltering in her blood !— •

— Soon hears hie listning son the welcome sounds,
With open arms and sparkling eyes he bounds :—
'' Speak low," he cries, and gives his. little hand,
"Eliza sleeps upon the dew-cold sand;

"Poor weeping babe with bloody fingers press'd,
"And tried with pouting lip,s her mifkless brea,st;
"Alas! we both with cold and hunger quake —
"Why do you weep ?— Mama will soon awake."

" She'll wake no more ! the hopejess mourner cried, Upturn'd his eyes, and clasp'd his hands, and sigh'd; Stretch'd on she ground awhile entranc'd he lay,

And press'd warm kisses on the lifeless clay;

And then upsprung with wild convulsive start,

And all the Father kindled in his heart;

"Ob, Heaven's !" he cried, " my first rash vow forgive!

"These hind to earth, for these I pray to live !" —

Round his chill babes he wrap'd his crimson vest,

And clasp'd them sobbing to his aching breast.

Darwin.

CHAP. XXI.

THE MORALIZER CORRECTED.

A TALK.

A Hermit (or if 'chance you hold
That title now too trite and old)
A man, once young, who liv'd retired
As Hermit could have well desired,

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