valor enough in soldiership, is but weakness and cowardice in the wars of truth. For who knows not that truth is strong, next to the Almighty? She needs no policies, nor stratagems, nor licensings to make her victorious; those are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power: give her but room, and do not bind her when she sleeps, for then she speaks not true, as the old Proteus did, who spake oracles only when he was caught and bound, but then rather she turns herself into all shapes except her own, and perhaps tunes her voice according to the time, as Micaiah did before Ahab, until she be adjured into her own likeness. ANCIENT BALLADS. The ballads which have come down to us from a remote antiquity contain the rough nuggets, the uncoined gold, of English poetry. The collection in eight volumes by Professor Child contains a great variety, and presents them in their original simplicity. We have room for two specimens only; and in deference to the wishes of teachers, have felt obliged to print the first, Chevy-Chace, in the modernized version: the older form, The Hunting of the Cheviot, being thought too obscure in many passages. GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chace befall. CHEVY-CHACE. To drive the deer with hound and horn The child may rue that is unborn The stout Erle of Northumberland The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chace Who sent Erle Piercy present word, He would prevent his sport; The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, And long before high noon they had The bow-men mustered on the hills, Their backsides all, with special care, That day were guarded sure. The hounds ran swiftly thro' the woods, And with their cries the hills and dales Lord Piercy to the quarry went, "If that I thought he would not come, HENRY, our royall king, would ride a hunting Ail a long summer's day rode the king pleasantlye, Wandering thus wearilye, all alone up and downe, "Why, what dost thou think of me," quoth our king merrily, "Good faith," sayd the miller, "I mean not to flatter thee; I guess thee to bee but some gentleman thiefe ; Stand thee backe, in the darke; light not adowne, "Thou dost abuse me much," quoth the king, "saying thus; I am a gentleman; lodging I lacke." "Thou hast not," quoth the miller, "one groat in thy purse; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe." "I have gold to discharge all that I call; If it be forty pence, I will pay all." "If thou beest a true man," then quoth the miller, "I sweare by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night." "Here's my hand," quoth the king: "that was I ever." "Nay, soft," quoth the miller, "thou may'st be a sprite. Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake; With none but honest men hands will I take." Thus they went all along unto the miller's house, "Now," quoth hee, “let me see here what you are.” "I like well thy countenance; thou hast an honest face: Art thou no runaway, prythee, youth, tell? Then our king, presentlye, making lowe courtesye, Then to the miller his wife whispered secretlye, |