"Sir," the ruffians said to Hubert, 66 Deep he lies in Jordan flood.”Stricken by this ill assurance, Pale and trembling Hubert stood:- Months passed on, and no Sir Eustace! But silent, and by stealth he came, And at an hour which nobody could name. None could tell if it were night-time Night or day-at even or morn; For the sound was heard by no one Of the Proclamation-Horn. But bold Hubert lives in glee And bright the lady is, who shares his bed. Likewise he had sons and daughters; And, as good men do, he sate At his board, by these surrounded, Flourishing, in fair estate; And while thus in open day Once he sate, as old books say, A blast was uttered from the Horn, Where by the castle-gate it hung forlorn. 'Tis the breath of good Sir Eustace! Thou hast a dungeon-speak the word! And there he may be lodged, and thou be lord.' Speak! astounded Hubert cannot, And if power to speak he had, Thus Hubert thought in his dismay, Long, and long, was he unheard of; Then in a convent went to hide His melancholy head, and there he died! But Sir Eustace, whom good angels A long posterity renown'd, Sounded the Horn, which they alone could sound. ELLEN IRWIN ; Or, The Braes of Kirtle. * BY W. WORDSWORTH. FAIR Ellen Irwin, when she sate Was lovely as a Grecian maid From many knights and many 'squires, And Gordon, fairest of them all, By Ellen was rejected. Sad tidings to that noble youth! For it may be proclaimed with truth,— If Bruce hath loved sincerely, That Gordon loves us dearly. But what is Gordon's beauteous face, And what are Gordon's crosses, To them who sit by Kirtles' braes, Alas! that ever he was born!· The Gordon, couched behind a thorn, Sees them and their caressing; Beholds them blest and blessing. * A river in the southern part of Scotland. Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts, The youth, her chosen lover! And, falling into Bruce's arms, Thus died the beauteous Ellen,— Thus, from the heart of her True-Love, The mortal spear repelling. And Bruce, as soon as he had slain And fought with rage incessant, But many days, and many months, This wretched knight did vainly seek So coming his last help to crave, And there his sorrow ended. Now ye, who willingly have heard The By Ellen's side the Bruce is laid; THE INCHCAPE BELL. BY ROBERT SOUTHEY. [1802.] "By east the Isle of May, twelve miles from all land, in the German seas, lyes a great hidden rock, called Inchcape, very dangerous for navigators, because it is overflowed everie tide. It is reported in old times, upon the saide rock there was a Bell, fixed upon a tree or timber, which rang continually, being moved by the sea, giving notice to the saylers of the danger. This Bell or clocke was put and maintained there by the Abbot of Aberbrothok; and being taken down by a sea-pirate, a year thereafter he perished upon the same rocke, with ship and goodes, in the righteous judgement of God."-" A Brief Description of Scotland, &c. By J. M. 1633." S. No stir in the Air, no stir in the Sea; Without either sign or sound of their shock, |