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I blew farewell to Minka mine, and bade the strain retire Where she sat winding flaxen thread beside the kitchen
We rode, and rode, by hollow pass, by glen and mountain
side, And with each bell soft accents fell from lips of bonny
The night was drear, the night was chill, the night was
lone and bright ; Before us streamed the polar rays in green and golden
The gypsy thieves were in their dens; the owl moaned in
the trees ; The windmill circled merrily, obedient to the breeze.
Shrill piped the blast in birchen boughs, and mocked the
snowy shroud ; Thrice ran a hare across our track ; thrice croaked a
The horses pawed the frigid sands, and drove them with
the wind : We left the village gallows-tree full thirty wersts behind.
We rode, and rode, by forest shade, by brake and river
side ; And as we rode I heard the kiss of groom and bonny
I heard again,--a boding strain ; I heard it, all too well; A neigh, a shout, a groan, a howl, -- then heavy curses Our horses pricked their wary ears, and bounded with
affright; From forest kennels picket wolves were baying in the
Haiduk, haiduk,—the lash,—the steeds, – the wolves !”
the lady cried ; The wily baron clutched his blade, and murmured to the
“ This all is but a moonlight hunt; the starveling hounds
shall bleed, And you shall be the tourney's queen, to crown the gal
lant deed !"
The moon it crept behind a cloud, as covered by a storm; And the gray cloud became a wolf, a monster wolf in
Gramercy, Mother of our Lord,- gramercy in our
needs !" Hold well together hand and thong, hold well, ye sturdy
Like unto Tartar cavalry the wolf battalion sped ; Ungunned, unspurred, but well to horse, and sharpened
well to head.
The pines stood by, the stars looked on, and listless fell
the snow ; The breeze made merry with the trees, nor heeded wolf
Now cracked the carbines,- bleeding beasts were rolling
here and there ; 'T was flash and shot and howl,—and yet the wolves were
No more they mustered in our wake, their legion ranged
beside. 'T was steed for speed, and wolf for steed, and wolf for
lord and bride.
In vain I cited Christian saints, I called Mahomet near : Methought, though all the saints did fail, the prophet
A moment, and pursuit is stayed, — they tear their
wounded kind; A moment, ---then the hellish pack did follow elose behind.
The baron silent rose amain, by danger unappalled. “Strive for your lives, with guns and knives,” the
mounted guardsmen called.
The lady muttered agony, with crucifix and beads;
My limbs were numb, my senses dumb, nor reason held
its place ; I fell beneath two glaring orb within a gaunt embrace.
I roused to hear a volley fired, to hear a martial shout ; And when I oped my stricken eyes the wolves were all to
A hundred scouting Cossacks met and slew the deadly
Fourscore of wolves in throes of death lay bleeding in the
Our lady rested in a swoon, our lord was stained with
gore ; But none could tell of what befell the trusty hunters four.
JOHN WILLIAM WEIDEMEYER.
The Reign of Law.
The dawn went up the sky,
Like any other day ;
To mourn Him where he lay : "We ne'er have seen the law
Reversed 'neath which we lie ;
And when we die, we die.
“ Vain questions ! from the first
Put, and no answer found.
Wherewith himself is bound.
Unrolls her primal curve ;
Did she one furlong swerve : The myriad years have whirled us hither, But tell not of the whence and whither.
“ We know but what we see —
Like cause and like event :
Transmuted but unspent.
The mind may frame a plan ;
A special thought for man : The natural choice that brought us hither, Is silent on the whence and whither.
“ If God there be, or gods,
Without our science lies ; We cannot see or touch,
Measure or analyze. Life is but what we live,
We know but what we know,
Whether God be, or no :
Ah, which is likelier truth,
That law should hold its way, Or, for this one of all,
Life re-assert her sway? Like any
For when we die, we die.
- Then wherefore are ye come?
Why watch a worn-out corse ? Why weep a ripple past
Down the long stream of force ? If life is that which keeps
Each organism whole, No atom may be traced
Of what ye thought the soul : It had its term of passage hither, But knew no whence, and knows no whither.
The forces that were Christ
Have ta'en new forms and fled The common sun goes up,
The dead are with the dead. 'T was but a phantom-life