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Cold was the feast, the revel ceased,

Who lies upon the stony floor? Oblivion press'd old Angus' breast,

At length his life-pulse throbs once more. "Away! away ! let the leech essay

To pour the light on Allan's eyes His sand is done,-his race is run ;

Oh! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay,

llis locks are lifted by the gale: And Allan's barbèd arrow lay

With him in dark Glentanar's valo. And whence the dreadful stranger came,

Or who, no mortal wight can tell ; But no one doubts the form of flame,

For Alva's sons knew Oscar well. Ambition nerved young Allan's hand,

Exulting demons wing'd his dart; While Envy waved her burning brand,

And pour'd her venom round his heart. Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow ;

Whose streaming life-blood stains his side 1 Dark Oscar's sable crest is low,

The dart has drunk his vital tide. And Mora's eye could Allan move,

She bade his wounded pride rebel ; Alas ! that eyes which beam'd with love

Should urge the soul to deeds of hell.
Lo! seest thou not a lonely tomb

Which rises o'er a warrior dead ?
It glimmers through the twilight gloom;

Oh! that is Allan's nuptial bed,
Far, distant far, the noble grat

Which held his clan's great ashes stood; And o'er his corse no banners wave,

For they were stain'd with kindred blood. What ininstrel gray, what hoary bard,

Shall Allan's deeds on harp-strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward,

But who can strike a murderer's praise ! Unstrung, untouch'd, the harp must stand,

No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand,

His harp in shuddering chords would break, No lyre of fame, no hallow'd verse,

Shall sound his glories high in air ; A dying father's bitter curse,

A brother's death-groan echoes there.

THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND EURYALUS.

A PARAPHRASE FROM THE ÆNEID, LIB. IX.
NIBU8, the guardian of the portal stood,
Eager to gild his arms with hostile bloou;
Well skill'd in fight the quivering lance to wield,
Or pour his arrows through th' embattled field :
From Ida torn, he left his sylvan cave,
Aud sought a foreign home, a distant grave.
To watch the movements of the Daunian host,
With him Euryalus sustains the post;
No lovelier mien adorn'd the ranks of Troy,
And beardless bloom yet graced the gallant boy ;
Though few the seasons of his youthful life,
As yet a novice in the martial strife,
'Twas his, with beauty, valour's gifts to share
A soul heroic, as his form was fair :
These burn with one pure flame of generous love;
In peace, in war, united still they move ;
Friendship and glory form their joint reward ;
And now combined they hold their nightly guard.

“What god,” exclaim'd the first, “instils this fira I
Or, in itself a god, what great desire ?
My labouring soul, with anxious thought oppress'd,
Abhors this station of inglorious rest;
The love of fame with this can ill accord,
Be't mine to seek for glory with my sword.
Seest thou yon camp, with torches twinkling dim,
Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb?
Where confidence and ease the watch disdain,
And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign ?
Then hear my thought :-In deep and sullen grief
Our troops and leaders mourn their absent chief:
Now could the gifts and promised prize be thine
(The deed, the danger, and the fame be mine),
Were this decreed, beneath yon rising mound,
Methinks, an easy path perchance were found :
Which past, I speed my way to Pallas' walls,
And lead Æneas from Evander's balls."

With equal ardour fired, and warlike joy, His glowing friend address'd the Dardan boy :“These deeds, my Nisus, shalt thou dare alone ? Must all the fame, the peril, be thine own? Am I by thee despised, and left afar, As one unfit to share the toils of war? Not thus his son the great Opheltes taught , Not thus my sire in Argive combats fought; Not thus, when Ilion fell by heavenly bate, I track'd Æneas through the walks of fate : Thou know'st my deeds, my breast devoid of fear, And hostile life-drops dim my gory spear.

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Here is a soul with hope immortal burns,
And life, ignoble life, for glory spurns.
Fame, fame is cheaply enrn'd by Heeting breath;
The price of honour is the sleep of death."

Then Nisus,-“Calm thy bosom's fond alarmas,
Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms.
More dear thy worth and valour than my own,
I swear by him who fills Olympus' throne !
So may I triumph, as I speak the truth,
And clasp again the comrade of my youth!
But should I fall,—and he who dares advance
Through hostile legions must abide by chance,
If sunie Rutulian arm, with allverse blow,
Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low,
Live thou, such beauties I would fain preserve,
Thy budding years a lengthen'd term deserve.
When humbled in the dust, let some one be
Whose gentle eyes will shed one tear for mo;
Whose manly arm may snatch me back by torre,
Or wealth redeem from foes my captive corse ;
Or, if my destiny these last deny,
If in the spoiler's power my asbes lie,
Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb,
To mark thy love, and signalize my doom.
Why should thy doting wretched mother wepp
Her only boy, reclined in endless sleep ?
Who, for thy sake, the tempest's fury dared,
Who, for thy sake, war's deadly peril shared ;
Who braved what woman never braved betore,
And left her native for the Latian shore.”
"In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,”
Replied Euryalus : " it scorns control!
Hence, let us haste !"—their brother guards arcas,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose ;
The pair, buoy'd up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the kiz.

Now o'er the earth a solemn stillness ran,
And lulld alike the cares of brute and man;
Save where the Dardan leaders nightly hold
Alternate converse, and their plans unfold.
On one great point the council are agreed,
An instant message to their prince decreed ;
Each lean'd upon the lance he well could wield,
And poised with easy arm his ancient shield;
When Nisus and his friend their leave request
To offer something to their high behest.
With anxious tremors, yet unawel hy fear,
The faithful pair before the throne appear;
Iulus greets them ; at his kind command,
The elder first address'd the boary band.

With patience” (thus Hyrtacides began)
Attend, nor judge from youth our buruble plaats

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Where yonder beacons half expiring beam,
Our slumbering foes of future conquest dreaın,
Nor heed that we a secret path have traced,
Between the ocean and the portal placed.
Beneath the covert of the blackening smoke,
Whose shade securely our design will cloak;
If you, ye chiefs, and fortune will allow,
We'll bend our course to yonder mountain's brow,
Where Pallas' walls at distance meet the sight,
Seen o'er the glade, when not obscured by night :
Then shall Æneas in his pride return,
While hostile matrons raise their offspring's urn;
And Latian spoils and purpled heaps of dead
Shall mark the havoc of our hero's tread.
Such is our purpose, not unknown the way;
Where yonder torrent's devious waters stray,
Oft have we seen, when hunting by the stream,
The distant spires above the valleys gleam."

Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed,
Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim’d, -
“Ye parent gods! who rule the fate of Troy,
Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy ;
When minds like these in striplings thus ye raise,
Yours is the godlike act, be yours the praise ;
In gallant youth, my fainting hopes revive,
And Ilion's wonted glories still survive."
Then in his warm embrace the boys he pressid,
And, quivering, strain'd them to his aged breast;
With tears the burning cheek of each bedewil,
And, sobbing, thus his first discourse renew'l:
What gift, my countrymen, what martial prize
Can we bestow, which you may not despise !
Our deities the first best boon have given-
Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.
What poor rewards can bless your deeds on earth
Doubtless await such young, exalted worth.
Æneas and Ascanius shall combine
To yield applause far, far surpassing mine."
Iulus then :-“By all the powers above !
By those Penates who my country love!
By hoary Vesta's sacred fane, I swear
My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair !
Restore my fatl:er to my grateful sight,
And all my sorrows yield to one delight.
Nisus ! two silver goblets are thine own,
Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'erthrown ;
My sire secured them on that fatal day,
Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey :
Two massy tripods, also, shall be thine;
Two talents polish'd from the glittering miue ;
An ancient cup, which Tyrian Dido gave,
While yet our vessels press'd the Punic wave :

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But when the hostile chiefs at length bow down,
When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown,
The casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed
Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed,
Are tbine ; no envious lot shall then be cast,
I pledge my word, irrevocably past :
Nay, more, twelve slaves, and twice six captive daniar
To soothe thy softer hours with amorous flames,
And all the realms which now the Latins sway,
The labours of to-night shall well repay.
But thou, my generous youth, whose tender years
Are near my own, whose worth my heart reveres,
Henceforth affection sweetly thus begun,
Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one;
Without thy aid, no glory shall be mine ;
Without thy dear advice, no great design;
Alike through life esteem'd, thou godlike hoy,
In war my bulwark, and in peace my joy.”

To him Euryalus :-"No day shall shame
The rising glories which from this I claim.
Fortune may favour, or the skies may frown,
But valour, spite of fate, obtains renown.
Yet, ere from hence our eager steps depart,
One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart :
My mother, sprung from Priam's royal line,
Line thine ennobled, hardly less divine,
Nor Troy nor King Acestes realms restrain
Her feeble age from dangers of the main ;
Alone she came, all selfish fears above,
A bright example of maternal love.
Unknown the secret enterprise I brave,
Lest grief should bend riy parent to the grave;
From this alone no fond adieus I seek,
No fainting mother's lips have press'd my cheek;
By gloomy night and thy right hand I vow
Her parting tears would shake my purpose now :
Do thou, my prince, her failing age sustain,
In thee her much-loved child may live again ;
Her dying hours with pious conduct bless,
Assist her wants, relieve her fond distress :
So dear a hope must all my soul inflame,
To rise in glory, or to fall in fame.”
Struck with a filial care so deeply felt,
In tears at once the Trojan warriors melt:
Faster than all, Iulus' eyes o'erflow;
Such love was his, and such bad been his woe.
“All thou hast ask’d, receive,” the prince replio;
"Nor this alone, but many a gift beside.
To cheer thy mother's years, shall be my aim,
Creusa's style but wanting to the dame.*

• The mother of Tulus, lost op the night when Troy was taken

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