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They Ve ta'en a weapon long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgery.
They laid him down upon his ba.dk,
And cudgelled him full sore;
And turned him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further woe,
They tossed him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones;
For he crushed him 'tween two stones.
And they have ta'en his very heart's blood, And drunk it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound.
86 This GREAT-GRANDFATHER.
THE GREAT-GRANDFATHER. —Miss Lamb.
Mother's grandfather lives still,
He looks a monument of time,
Though years lie on him like a load,
His great-grandchildren on his knee.
When we our parents have displeased,
By him our good deeds in the sun,
His love's a line that's long drawn out,
His heart is oak, yet unto us
It like the gentlest reed can bend.
A fighting soldier he has been, —
That he his whole long life had spent
His talk is all of things long past, For modern facts no pleasure yield, —
Of the famed year of forty-five,
The deeds of this eventful age,
Which princes from their thrones have hurled, Can no more interest wake in him
Than stories of another world.
When I his length of days revolve,
It brings into my mind almost
Those patriarchs old before the flood.
THE WIND IN A FROLIC. — William Howitt
The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, "Now for a frolic! now for a leap!Now for a madcap galloping chase!I '11 make a commotion in every place!" So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down Shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls. There never was heard a much lustier shout, As the apples and oranges tumbled about;And the urchins, that stand with their thievish eyes Forever on watch, ran off each with a prize. Then away to the fields it went blustering and
38 THE- NORTHERN SEAS.
Puffing the birds, as they sat on the spray,
gone. But the wind had passed on, and had met in a lane With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in vain, For it tossed him, and twirled him, then passed, and he stood With his hat in a pool, and his shoe in the mud.
THE NORTHERN SEAS. — William Hewitt.
Up! up! let us a voyage take;
Why sit we here at ease?
Bound for the Northern Seas.
I long to see the Northern Lights, With their rushing splendors, fly,
I long to see those icebergs vast, With heads all crowned with snow;
Whose green roots sleep in the awful deepj Two hundred fathoms low.
I long to hear the thundering crash
Of their terrific fall;
Like lonely voices call.
There shall we see the fierce white bear,
The sleepy seals aground,
Sail with a dreary sound.
There may we tread on depths of ice, That the hairy mammoth hide;
And while the unsetting sun shines on
We '11 traverse the azure waves, the herds
We '11 pass the shores of solemn pine,
And away to the rocky isles of mist,