The last of all the bards was he, The unpremeditated lay: Old times were changed, old manners gone; A stranger fill'd the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. SIR WALTER SCOTT. 10. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. T was a summer evening, IT Old Kaspar's work was done, And by him sported on the green, She saw her brother Peterkin In playing there had found; Old Kaspar took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, ""Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, Who fell in the great victory. "I find them in my garden, for And often when I go to plough For many "Now tell us what 'twas all about," "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, They burn'd his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head! "With fire and sword, the country round Was wasted far and wide; And many a childing mother then And new-born baby died!— But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. "They say, it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun!— But things like that, you know, must be "Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay-Nay-my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory! "And every body praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win: "But what good came of it at last?” Quoth little Peterkin; Why, that I cannot tell,” said he, "But 'twas a famous victory." C SOUTHEY. 11. THE SCHOOLBOY AND THE ORCHARD. A YOUNGSTER at school, more sedate than the rest, Had once his integrity put to the test: His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob, He was shock'd and annoy'd, and answer'd—“Oh no! "You speak very fine, and you look very grave, If you They spoke, and Tom ponder'd-"I see they will go; "If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropp'd from the tree; But since they will take them, I think I'll go too; His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, COWPER. 12. THE HEAVENLY CANAAN. THERE THERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, But timorous mortals start and shrink Oh! could we all our doubts remove, With faith's unclouded eyes; Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. DR. WATTS. |