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And now as over rocks and dells
The gallant chidings rise,
With many mingled cries.
The chase of hart or hare ;
For Gelert was not there.
When, near the portal seat,
Bounding his lord to greet.
Aghast the chieftain stood;
His lips and fangs ran blood !
Unus'd such looks to meet;
And crouch'd, and lick'd his feet.
(And on went Gelert too), And still where'er his eyes were cast,
Fresh blood-gouts shock’d his view!
The blood-stain'd cover rent,
With recent blood besprent.
He search’d—with terror wild ;
But nowhere found his child !
“Hell-hound! by thee my child's devour'd,”
The frantic father cried ;
He plung’d in Gelert's side.
No pity could impart;
Pass'd heavy o'er his heart.
Some slumberer waken'd nigh; What words the parent's joy can tell,
To hear his infant cry! Conceal'd beneath a mangled heap
His hurried search had miss’d, All glowing from his rosy sleep,
His cherub boy he kiss'd!
But the same couch beneath
Tremendous still in death!
For now the truth was clear;
To save Llewellyn's heir.
“ Best of thy kind, adieu !
This heart shall ever rue !"
With costly sculpture deck's,
Poor Gelert's bones protect.
Here never could the spearman pass,
Or forester, unmov'd;
Llewellyn's sorrow prov'd.
And oft, as evening fell,
Poor Gelert's dying yell!
GIPSI E S.
I see a column of slow-rising smoke
pedigree they claim.
Such squalid sloth to honourable toil !
(Designed to illustrate the sound of the letter H.) 'Twas in heaven pronounc'd, and 'twas mutter'd in
hell, And echo caught faintly the sound, as it fell: On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confest; ”Twill be found in the sphere, when 'tis riven asunder, Be seen in the lightning, and heard in the thunder. 'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath, Attends at his birth, and awaits him in death, Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health, Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth. In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care, But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir. It begins every hope, every wish it must bound, With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
Miss Fanshawe. -004
Say, pensive youth, why heave that sigh?
Why trembling stands the tear of sorrow? With waning day thy care shall die,
And smiling joy be thine to-morrow. Has fortune frown'd, and friendship fled ?
Those common ills should ne'er move sorrow; For friends by fortune's smiles are led
They both may come again to-morrow. Hast thou upon the great in vain
Relied, and brought thy heart to sorrow ?. Their smiles and promises disdain;
For happier stars may rule to-morrow. From fortune's frowns, and slighted love,
Celestial hope can pleasure borrow; Nor keen suspense long pain can prove
To him who fondly trusts to-morrow. To-morrow is the balm of life,
The stay of hope! the dream of sorrow! From Misery's hand it wrests the knife;
Despair alone would shun to-morrow. Anon.