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THE ARCTIC HUNTSMAN.
GONE is the long, long winter night,
How glorious, through his depths of light,
The willows, wak'd from winter's death, Give out a fragrance like thy breath The summer is begun!
Ay, 'tis the long bright summer day:
Seaward the glittering mountain rides, While, down its green translucent sides, The foamy torrents dash.
See, love, my boat is moor'd for thee,
The petrel does not skim the sea
Or, bide thou where the poppy blows,
Fierce though he be, and huge of frame,
When crimson sky and flamy cloud
And the dead valleys wear a shroud
The white fox by thy couch shall play;
The meteors of a mimic day
And I—for such thy vow meanwhile
Till that long midnight flies.
THE MOTHER AND CHILD.
HER by her smile how soon the Stranger knows;
What answering looks of sympathy and joy!
When rosy sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
But soon a nobler task demands her care, Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there! And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye now many a written thought Never to die, with many a lisping sweet
His moving, murmuring lips endeavour to repeat.
Releas'd, he chases the bright butterfly;
Flings off the coat so long his pride and pleasure,
She looks, and looks, and still with new delight.
THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin,
Knock and weep, and watch and wait.
Hark! it is the Bridegroom's voice!
Safe and seal'd, and bought and bless'd;
Seal'd-by signs the chosen know,
Holy pilgrim! what for thee
- from glory's view retire,
Doubt in certain rapture die,
MAN's uncertain life
Is like a rain-drop hanging on the bough, Amongst ten thousand of its sparkling kindred, The remnants of some passing thunder shower, Which have their moments, dropping one by one; And which shall soonest lose its perilous hold,
We cannot guess.
MRS. J. BAILLIE.
BATTLE OF THE LAKE REGILLUS. 1
THE COMBAT BETWEEN HERMINIUS AND MAMILIUS.
HERMINIUS beat his bosom ;
But never a word he spake.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Mamilius spied Herminius,
Shall never more go home.
1 A lake called the Cornufelle, near Frascati, is supposed to be the site of the Lake Regillus, the scene of this memorable battle (B. C. 496) in which the Romans, under the Dictator Aulus Posthumius (assisted miraculously by Castor and Pollux) defeated the powerful confederation of the Latin tribes under the Tarquins and Mamilius, the chief of Tusculum. 2 A river of Apulia.
Tusculum was destroyed at the end of the 12th century, and its unfortunate inhabitants were obliged to shelter themselves in huts of branches (fraschi), from which circumstance the modern town of Frascati, built near Tusculum, derives its name.