THE FESTAL HOUR. WHEN are the lessons given That shakes the startled earth? When wakes the foe High hope o'erthrown?-It is when lands rejoice, Fear ye the festal hour! When mirth o'erflows, then tremble!-'Twas a night The trumpet peal'd, ere yet the song was done, Young voices, through the blue Athenian sky, And lyres were strung and bright libations pour'd! Through Rome a triumph pass'd. Rich in her sun-god's mantling beams went by With shout and trumpet-blast. An empire's gems their starry splendor shed And many a Dryad's bower Had lent the laurels which, in waving play, -O'er his own porch, meantime, the cypress hung, A sound of lyre and song, In the still night, went floating o'er the Nile, *The sword of Harmodius. † Paulus Æmilius, one of whose sons died a few days before, and another shortly after, his triumph on the conquest of Macedon, when Perseus, king of that country, was led in chains. And lamps were shining o'er the red wine's foam 'Twas Antony that bade The joyous chords ring out!-but strains arose Shook Alexandria through her streets that night, Bright 'midst its vineyards lay Joy was around it as the glowing sky, A cloud came o'er the face Of Italy's rich heaven!-its crystal blue As with the wings of death!-in all his power Such things have been of yore, In the gay regions where the citrons blow, And where the palms to spicy winds are waving, Turn we to other climes! Far in the Druid-Isle a feast was spread, Were chanted to the harp; and yellow mead And lofty songs of Britain's elder time; *See the description given by Plutarch, in his life of Antony, of the supernatural sounds heard in the streets of Alexandria, the night before Antony's death. † Herculaneum, of which it is related, that all the inhabitants were assembled in the theatres, when the shower of ashes which covered the city descended. Stonehenge, said by some traditions to have been erected to the memory of Ambrosius, an early British king; and by others mentioned as a monumental record of the massacre of British chiefs here alluded to. But ere the giant-fane Cast its broad shadows on the robe of even, O'er that old burial-plain Flashed the keen Saxon dagger!-Blood was streaming For they return'd no more! They that went forth at morn, with reckless heart, And the bright spears and bucklers of the walls, Fear ye the festal hour! Ay, tremble when the cup of joy o'erflows! Have veil'd the sword!-Red wines have sparkled fast Twine the young glowing wreath! SONG OF THE BATTLE OF MORGARTEN ["In the year 1315, Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria, with a formidable army. It is well attested that this prince repeatedly declared he would trample the audacious rustics under his feet;' and that he had procured a large stock of cordage, for the purpose of binding their chiefs, and putting them to death. "The 15th of October, 1315, dawned. The sun darted its first rays on the shields and armor of the advancing host; and this being the first army ever known to have attempted the frontiers of the cantons, the Swiss viewed its long line with various emotions. Montfort de Tettnang led the cavalry into the narrow pass, and soon filled the whole space between the mountain (Mount Sattel) and the lake. The fifty men on the eminence (above Morgarten raised a sudden shout, and rolled down heaps of rocks and stones among the crowded ranks. The confederates on the mountain, perceiving the impression made by this attack, rushed down in close array, and fell upon the flank of the disordered column. With massy clubs they dashed in pieces the armor of the enemy, and dealt their blows and thursts with long pikes. The narrowness of the defile admitted of no evolutions, and a slight frost having injured the road, the horses were impeded in all their motions; many leaped into the lake; all were startled; and at last the whole column gave way, and fell suddenly back on the infantry; and these last, as the nature of the country did not allow them to open their files, were run over by the fugitives, and many of them trampled to death. A general route ensued, and Duke Leopold was, with much difficulty, rescued by a peasant, who led him to Winterthur, where the historian of the times saw him arrive in the evening, pale, sullen, and dismayed."-PLANTA's History of the Helvetic Confederacy.) THE wine-month* shone in its golden prime, But a deeper sound, through the Switzer's clime, A sound, through vaulted cave, A sound, through echoing glen, Like the hollow swell of a rushing wave; And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, And through the forest-glooms And the winds were tossing knightly plumes, In Hasli's † wilds there was gleaming steel, And the Schreckhorn'st rocks, with a savage peal, Up 'midst the Righi's snows, With the charger's tramp, whence fire-sparks rose, And the leader's gathering word. But a band, the noblest band of all, *Wine-month, the German name for October. Hasli, a wild district in the canton of Berne. Schreckhorn, the peak of terror, a mountain in the canton of Berne. Righi, a mountain in the canton of Schwytz. They came with heavy chains, For the race despised so longBut amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness, as of deep dead night, While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might On wound those columns bright But they look'd not to the misty height The pass was fill'd with their serried power, And their steps had sounds like a thunder-shower There were prince and crested knight, When a shout arose from the misty height And the mighty rocks came bounding down, With a joyous whirl from the summit thrown- They came like lauwine* hurl'd From Alp to Alp in play, When the echoes shout through the snowy world The fir-woods crash'd on the mountain-side, With a sudden charge, on the flower and pride Like hunters of the deer, They storm'd the narrow dell, And first in the shock, with Uri's spear, *Lauwine, the Swiss name for the avalanche. William Tell's name is particularly mentioned amongst the confederates at Morgarten. |