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LAYS OF A KNIGHT-ERRANT. 
 
LAVS OF A 
 
 KNIGHT-ERRA NT 
 
 IN MANY LANDS. 
 
 SIR VINCENT EYRE, K.C.S.I. & C.B. 
 
 MAJOR-GENERAL, ROYAL ARTILLERY (RETIRED). 
 
 London: Henry S. King & Co. 
 
 6s CORNHILL AND 12 PATERNOSTER ROW 
 
 1874 
 
 f5 
 

 [All rights reserved.] 
 
Te 
 C. M. E. 
 
 the constant companion of my wanderings in many lands, 
 
 THIS VOLUME 
 
 of wayside warblings and random rhymes 
 
 is 
 
 as a Christmas "Souvenir" 
 
 by her 
 
 loving and loyal 
 
 " Knight-Errant" 
 
 V. E. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 This volume is intended solely for the entertain- 
 ment of innocent and juvenile minds irrespective 
 of age. 
 
 Three months of almost continuous downpour 
 of rain during the autumn of 1872 in our northern 
 counties, drove the writer to the south of Europe 
 in search of the truant sun ; but, failing to find 
 that lost luminary even in that comparatively 
 favoured region, he embarked for Egypt, and 
 there beheld the object of desire waiting to greet 
 him with even too warm a welcome. 
 
 After a pleasant sojourn of three weeks in Cairo, 
 a party was formed for ascending the Nile as far 
 as Philae. The boat — one of the largest on the 
 river — was christened the " Star of India." We 
 
vi Preface. 
 
 constituted the magic number " Seven," and called 
 ourselves "THE Pleiades." Five were ladies. 
 For mutual edification we agreed to keep a " Log- 
 book," wherein each was to scribble whatever and 
 whenever the spirit moved. 
 
 The writer's own share of these contributions 
 constitutes Part I. of this volume. Ordinary prose 
 seemed too tame a vehicle of expression for the 
 thoughts and feelings inspired by the scenes we 
 were daily witnessing ; hence these impromptu and 
 unstudied effusions in rhyme, which helped to en- 
 liven our small party on board, and may perchance 
 answer a like purpose with others similarly situated. 
 
 Parts II. and III. comprise, with a few excep- 
 tions, scraps of verse dashed off at random on all 
 sorts of occasions for the amusement of friends, 
 young and old. 
 
 Part IV. is the result of sharing a German 
 governess with a young lady during some other- 
 wise dull winter days at Vevey. The subjects 
 were derived chiefly from the poetical part of 
 " Otto's Grammar," and have been included in this 
 
Preface. vii 
 
 collection only in deference to the opinion of some 
 competent German scholars, who consider they 
 successfully embody the style and spirit of the 
 originals. The only excuse to be offered for such 
 a medley of trivialities is that well-known line in 
 Virgil, 
 
 "Cantantes licet usque, minus via laedet, eamus.'' 
 
 Or, 
 
 " ' Tis lawful as we toil o'er life's highway. 
 To cheer the journey with a tuneful lay" 
 
 V. E. 
 
 AtheNjEUM Club, Dec. i, 1873. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 Lavs of Pharaoh-land— 
 
 
 A New- Year's Day on the Nile 
 
 3 
 
 A Startling Incident . 
 
 6 
 
 Excursion to the Caves of Beni-Hassan 
 
 8 
 
 Excursion to the Town and Caves of Sioot 
 
 II 
 
 Excursion to Abydus . 
 
 IS 
 
 The Temple of Denderah 
 
 21 
 
 A Misadventure 
 
 24 
 
 Thebes 
 
 26 
 
 " El-humda-lillah ! " . 
 
 31 
 
 A Souvenir of Philse 
 
 34 
 
 Down the Nile .... 
 
 38 
 
 The Great Petrified Forest 
 
 50 
 
 Anathema on the Flies of Egypt 
 
 54 
 
X Contents. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 
 Lays of Wonder-land— 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Up a Tree 
 
 59 
 
 l,a Grande Chartreuse . 
 
 64 
 
 The Magic Mushroom : A Fairy Tale 
 
 77 
 
 Up in the Clouds 
 
 85 
 
 A " Farewell " at Pau 
 
 89 
 
 An Early Visitor 
 
 92 
 
 A Voice from " Les Eaux Bonnes " in the Pyrenees 95 
 
 A Souvenir of Venice . 
 
 97 
 
 Monte Rosa, from Macugnaga 
 
 100 
 
 Vaucluse : An Acrostic Sonnet 
 
 lOI 
 
 Ascent of the Rigi 
 
 1 02 
 
 A Perilous Ascent of the Ortler-Spitz . 
 
 104 
 
 Ober-Ammergau in 1871 
 
 107 
 
 A Farewell Acrostic to Ober-Ammergau 
 
 109 
 
 The Old Stones of Rome : A Lent Lecture 
 
 no 
 
 PART III. 
 
 
 Lays of Home-land— 
 
 
 To Woman 
 
 IIS 
 
 A Christmas Carol 
 
 "7 
 
 A New- Year's Greeting 
 
 119 
 
 A Birthday Sonnet 
 
 122 
 
 A Farewell to " May " 
 
 123 
 
Contents. 
 
 xi 
 
 Lays of Home-land, continued— 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Lily of the Vale .... 
 
 125 
 
 The Countess Canning ; in Memoriam 
 
 127 
 
 On Three Graves in Westminster Abbey 
 
 129 
 
 In Memoriam : Field-Marshal Sir George Pollock . 
 
 130 
 
 On the Death of a New-Bom Infant . 
 
 132 
 
 Story of a Bird in a Cage, and the Song it Warbled 
 
 134 
 
 To Sir Archdale Wilson, G.C.B., the Captor of Delh 
 
 1 138 
 
 An Acrostic to the same 
 
 140 
 
 Echoes of a London Season . 
 
 141 
 
 Somebody's Eyes .... 
 
 144 
 
 A Caution for Somebody 
 
 146 
 
 A Valentine from Chang, the Chinese Giant 
 
 148 
 
 . A Valentine from Blue-Beard 
 
 150 
 
 A Valentine for Mr Onslow, Governor of the Wands 
 
 
 worth House of Correction 
 
 152 
 
 The Summons of Love 
 
 1 54 
 
 To a Young Girl on her Confirmation 
 
 157 
 
 On a Lock of Hair .... 
 
 159 
 
 A Birthday Sermon .... 
 
 161 
 
 On a Marriage in Westminster Abbey 
 
 164 
 
 To an Elderly Lady on Departure for Egypt 
 
 167 
 
 To a Pair of Twin Sisters 
 
 169 
 
 A Red Cross Acrostic 
 
 172 
 
 - The True and Wonderful History of the Dog Dand; 
 
 1 174 
 
xii Contents. 
 
 • 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 
 Lays of Rhine-land — 
 
 rAGE 
 
 The Hindoo Maiden . 
 
 201 
 
 The Archer .... 
 
 204 
 
 " Sleep on, my Heart, in Peace " 
 
 205 
 
 Winter .... 
 
 207 
 
 "The Fall of the Leaf" 
 
 209 
 
 The Fisherman 
 
 211 
 
 The Erl-King . 
 
 214 
 
 Found .... 
 
 217 
 
 Barbarossa 
 
 219 
 
 The Old Tobacco-Pipe 
 
 221 
 
 The Watchman's Call 
 
 225 
 
 The Minstrel .... 
 
 228 
 
 The White Stag 
 
 231 
 
 The Blind and the Lame 
 
 232 
 
 The Traveller .... 
 
 234 
 
 The Treasure-Diggers 
 
 236 
 
 The Boy and the Dates 
 
 238 
 
 .(Esop ..... 
 
 239 
 
 The Ox and the Ass . 
 
 240 
 
 Swiss Songs — 
 
 
 The Fisher Boy 
 
 241 
 
 The Shepherd 
 
 241 
 
 The Huntsman 
 
 242 
 
 Prayer during Battle . 
 
 243 
 
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 THE "STAR OF INDIA" NILE-BOAT 
 
 A SOUVENIR OF VENICE 
 
 MONTE ROSA 
 
 DANDY IN OUDE 
 
 DANDY IN ENGLAND 
 
 DANDY AN AUTHOR. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Frontispiece 
 97 
 
 189 
 196 
 

 PART I. 
 
 LAYS OF PHARAOH-LAND. 
 
LAYS OF A KNIGHT -ERRANT. 
 
 A New-Year's Day on the Nile. 
 
 I 
 
 In joyous sunshine, fanned by balmy breeze. 
 
 On Nile's broad stream we hail the bright New 
 
 Year, 
 On ottoman reclining, stretched at ease. 
 Beneath the awning of our duhabeea ; 
 With outspread sail our southern course we steer, 
 Leaving the storms of Europe far behind ; 
 Yet mindful still of absent friends most dear. 
 Oh ! where else, if not here, shall we contentment 
 
 find? 
 
 2 
 
 As dream-like, noiselessly we glide along, 
 In moving panorama we survey 
 
Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Scenes that to earth's old history belong — 
 Tombs of the mighty dead long passed away, 
 And Pyramids still struggling 'gainst decay ; 
 Recalling many a scene of Bible-story, 
 When Pharaoh's host marched forth in strong 
 
 array, 
 Defiant of Jehovah's might and glory, 
 And were o'erwhelmed with fate retributive and 
 
 gory. 
 
 3 
 At Cairo we first boarded our small ark, 
 United in one laudable intent — 
 To leave behind all thoughts morose and dark, 
 And gratify our own pecuhar bent; 
 Meaning thereby each day should be well spent 
 In study and fine arts from morn till even. 
 Flavoured with words and deeds benevolent : 
 We form, in fact, the magic number "SEVEN ;" 
 The same as those sweet stars, the " PLEIADES," in 
 heaven ! 
 
 4 
 The "Star of India" is the outward sign 
 And symbol of our floating habitation, 
 
A New - Year's Day on the Nile, 5 
 
 Like that of Bethlehem, whose ray benign 
 
 Betokened " peace and good-will " to each nation ; 
 
 May such prove our own final destination ! 
 
 And though our ladies are 2.% five to two, 
 
 May they spare us poor men all botheration, 
 
 Acting, as all good angels ought to do. 
 
 To their liege loving lords aye generous and true ! 
 
A Startling Incident. 
 
 A STARTLING incident occurred : we passed 
 
 A duhabeea with disabled mast ; 
 
 Upon its deck two graceful females stood, 
 
 Waving their handkerchiefs in frantic mood ; 
 
 Beside them were their husbands, friends, or 
 
 masters : 
 Can they have wanted aid for their disasters ? 
 The " Stars and Stripes " were fluttering from the 
 
 stern ; 
 The name, with aid of glass, we could discern — 
 'Twas the Sultana ; and it roused our pity 
 To think that one at least was young and pretty ! 
 What should we do ? " Ho ! dragoman, dost hear ? 
 Forthwith to yonder boat we wish to steer ! " 
 The callous wretch looked at us with a snigger, 
 And seemed as hard to move as any nigger. 
 
A Startling Incident. 
 
 Quoth he, "They're merely waving a salute ; 
 To stop in such a breeze would never suit ; 
 Moreover, there's a steamer in the rear 
 Can tow them on, if they feel any fear." 
 While arguing thus, we onward fast had sailed, 
 And thus our chivalrous intentions failed : 
 I feel quite sore about that sweet young woman. 
 And fear she '11 harbour doubts if I 'm a true man ! 
 
Excursion to the Caves of 
 Bern-Hassan. 
 
 [These eaves contain the oldest known paintings in the world, 
 illustrative of the daily life of the ancient Egyptians before 
 the time of Moses. The name of King Osirtasen the First, 
 who reigned B. e. 2020, occurs among the hieroglyphics over an 
 entrance. He ruled over the whole country from the Delta to 
 the Second Cataract.] 
 
 Lo ! Beni- Hassan's wondrous caves 
 Enticed our party o'er the waves ; 
 Leaving our Star with flying pennant 
 In the safe charge of our lieutenant, 
 Across the wide Nile we were rowed, 
 With lots of grub in basket stowed ; 
 Over the sands and fields we wended, 
 Then up a rugged steep ascended. 
 Which led us straightway to the spot 
 In front of a sepulchral grot, 
 
The Caves of Beni-Hassan. 
 
 Whose entrance porch afforded shade 
 
 Beneath which our repast was made ; 
 
 For Britons, go where'er they will, 
 
 Are in hot haste to take their fill. 
 
 This being done, we felt at ease 
 
 To roam about where each might please ; 
 
 So now within the Caves we entered, 
 
 And on their walls our gaze was centered ;■ 
 
 For each upon its surface bore 
 
 A library of painted lore, 
 
 Where we the social life might scan 
 
 Of this old world's primeval man ; 
 
 And truly glad we were to find 
 
 He wore no monkey's tail behind t 
 
 In fact, he seemed almost to be 
 
 Of our sweet selves facsimile. 
 
 Like us, they ate and drank and fought, 
 
 And fish out of the river caught ; 
 
 They hunted game, caressed their wives. 
 
 And led most fashionable lives ; 
 
 For though their worship was a riddle, 
 
 Right well they danced to fife and fiddle ; 
 
 And though the ladies wore no stays, 
 
 Their slender waists deserve our praise ; 
 
lo Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Nor deem me daft if I declare 
 That some wore chignons in their hair ! 
 In fact, they seem, in form and features, 
 To have been darling little creatures. 
 Having at all the pictures looked, 
 King Osirtasen's name I booked, 
 Much to a Yankee friend's amazement. 
 Who wondered what my eager gaze meant. 
 And doubtless deemed it quite horrific 
 To waste my time on hieroglyphic. 
 In the big boulders scattered round 
 All sorts of fossil shells we found. 
 Proving the ground whereon we stood 
 Had once been covered o'er with flood, 
 Long, long ago, when men were varmin. 
 According to the book of Darwin, 
 Though for my part I 'm satisfied 
 To have come out of Adam's side. 
 Having enjoyed our day's diversion, 
 Thus ended our first land excursion. 
 
Excursion to the Town and Caves 
 of Sioot. 
 
 [SlOOT is the capital of Upper Egypt, and is the site of the ancient 
 Lycopolis, or "City of Wolves," which animals were wor- 
 shipped there and embalmed. The face of an adjacent hill is 
 perforated with numerous mummy-caves of very ancient date.] 
 
 SIOOT is reached — the old " Lycopolis " — 
 
 Of Upper Egypt the metropolis ; 
 
 We land amid a crowd of donkeys, 
 
 And boys, all chattering like monkeys ; 
 
 We mount — each little quadruped 
 
 Has saddle-cloth of dazzling red ; 
 
 We number four — away we start. 
 
 And onward to the city dart. 
 
 Like chessmen of gigantic size, 
 
 Its tall white minarets arise 
 
 Above a crowd of flat-roofed houses. 
 
 Where dwell the "Fellahs" with their spouses. 
 
1 2 Lays of Pharaoh- land. 
 
 We enter a long covered street, 
 
 Where some queer spectacles we meet : 
 
 Women and men in strange attire ; 
 
 Moslems with scowling eyes of fire ; 
 
 Nubians whose wide mouths grin at us 
 
 Like those of hippopotamus ; 
 
 On either side an open shop, 
 
 Whose owner calls on us to stop — 
 
 Nor calls in vain. We buy some ware. 
 
 Of curious shape and fashion rare : 
 
 One lady (men's belief 'twill stagger) 
 
 Invests some money in a dagger ; 
 
 So, lest some mischief she might mean, 
 
 I take its fellow, just as keen ; 
 
 But hope the day may never dawn 
 
 That sees us two at daggers drazvn / 
 
 At length we reach the Post-bureau, 
 
 And in the box our letters throw ; 
 
 Thence, passing to the outward plain, 
 
 A view of some high cliffs we gain, 
 
 With mummy-caves all perforated, 
 
 As we had found by " Murray " stated. 
 
 At the hill's base some tombs are clustered, 
 
 Where many modern dead are mustered ; 
 
The Town and Caves of Sioot. 1 3 
 
 Whence upwards our procession wends, 
 
 And each from donkey's back descends/ 
 
 Above us, soon an ancient cave 
 
 Invites to contemplation grave : 
 
 At the door stands a figure tall, 
 
 Carved in the rock ; within, a hall 
 
 Vast in dimensions ; each wall covered 
 
 With signs not easily discovered. 
 
 Beyond, enveloped all in gloom, 
 
 We pass into another room, 
 
 And, with the aid of some wax-tapers, 
 
 Trace some quaint figures cutting capers. 
 
 Or doing " heav'n knows what " ! The ground 
 
 Is strewed with old bones all around ; 
 
 Men, wolves, and monkeys in confusion, 
 
 And in most horrible profusion. 
 
 After this anatomic glut 
 
 Once more into the air we strut. 
 
 And there see, prodigally spread. 
 
 The beauties of old Nile's broad bed ; 
 
 A thousand fields of shining green ; 
 
 Above, a sky of blue serene ; 
 
 A breeze whose every breath is bliss ; 
 
 Oh ! what is pleasure, if not this ? 
 
H 
 
 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Enough — 'tis time to end our ramble, 
 So downward to the boat we scramble ; 
 Once more remount each scarlet saddle, 
 And homeward to our boat skedaddle. 
 
Excursion to Abydus. 
 
 [The ruined temples of Sethos and Rameses II. at Abydus are 
 among the chief attractions of the Nile. They date from the four- 
 teenth century B.C., which appears to have been the "Augustan 
 age " of Egypt ; during which art and architecture attained 
 their highest development. In each of these temples a tablet 
 was placed, whereon was recorded a complete list of the seventy- 
 six kings, from Menes downwards. That of Sethos is quite 
 perfect, and supplements what is wanting in the broken tablet 
 of Rameses in the British Museum.] 
 
 % 
 Help ! Muse of Egypt ! if there be 
 ■ Any such kind divinity ; 
 
 Oh ! aid my verse ! 
 
 Our ride on asses from Abydus, 
 
 Preceded by a man to guide us, 
 
 I '11 now rehearse. 
 
 Our route lay o'er twelve miles of ground, 
 Our beasts no bigger than a hound ; 
 
1 6 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 There was a lack 
 Of ordinary riding-gear, 
 And we felt puzzled how to steer 
 
 Thus far and back. 
 
 But, after an hour's hideous row, 
 We managed to get off somehow. 
 
 And half-way stopt 
 Beneath a roadside mansion's shade. 
 Where coffee for us all was made 
 
 By a kind COPT, 
 
 4 
 
 A misadventure here occurred, 
 Somewhat unpleasant, though absurd 
 
 A saddle shifted 
 Whereon a dame sat posed in state ; 
 And round she twisted on her pate, 
 
 Her heels up-lifted ! 
 
 5 
 Ah ! 'twas a sight to rouse the pity 
 Of gods and men, that one so pretty 
 Should thus be humbled ; 
 
Excursion to Abydus. 1 7 
 
 Swift to the rescue we all rushed, 
 To save her head from being crushed, 
 
 Or bonnet tumbled ! 
 6 
 Though stunned, there was no need of plaster, 
 And, rallying soon from the disaster, 
 
 She bore her part 
 In friendly converse with the Copt, 
 And a large slice, I fear, she lopt 
 
 From off his heart J 
 
 7 
 Resuming our adventurous way, 
 'Neath the full force of solar ray. 
 
 O'er boundless fields 
 We saw arrayed in greenest dress 
 What stores of wealth, man's toil to bless, 
 
 Kind Nature yields. 
 
 8 
 We reached at noon the desert range 
 Of rock and sand that mark the change 
 
 From life to death ; 
 Where desolation's lot is cast, • 
 And relics of long ages past 
 
 Lie hid beneath. 
 
Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 9 
 Here, lost to modern sage inquiries, 
 Lies buried deep the great Osiris, 
 
 Enwrapt in mystery ; 
 The object once of adoration 
 To the old, old Egyptian nation 
 
 From dawn of history. 
 
 lO 
 
 Here, Sethos, ere his rule was done, 
 And Rameses, his warrior son, 
 
 Raised each a fane 
 Whose wondrous ruins still attest 
 The skill by architects possessed 
 
 Throughout their reign. 
 
 II 
 
 Into the former as we entered, 
 
 Our gaze upon a group was centered 
 
 Of German gobblers, 
 Who, in the very holiest part, 
 Were feasting on meat-chops and tart 
 
 Like famished cobblers. 
 
 12 
 
 Great Sethos ! how thine injured ghost 
 Would have rejoiced their limbs to roast 
 
Excursion to Abydus. 19 
 
 O'er hottest fires ! 
 Thus to defile those sacred halls 
 Recording on their storied walls 
 
 Thy kingly sires ! 
 
 13 
 From Menls, founder of thy race, 
 Each regal name thou here didst place, 
 
 That future ages 
 Might render tribute to their glory. 
 And make immortal Egypt's story 
 
 In history's pages. 
 
 14 
 And though thy race be passed away 
 Amid long ages of decay, 
 
 Still be thy deed 
 Held by all noble souls in honour, 
 Though mourning Egypt wears upon her 
 
 The widow's weed : 
 
 «l 
 Though her great day of might be gone, 
 And her degenerate sons now groan 
 ' Neath tyrant's sway, 
 
20 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Stilljet the memory of- the past 
 
 Over her present darkness cast 
 
 Its deathless ray ! 
 
 i6 
 Having thus moralised awhile, 
 We sought out a secluded aisle 
 
 For our own dinner ; 
 For Pharaoh's self, were he our judge, 
 Would not some crumbs of comfort grudge 
 
 To a poor sinner ! 
 
 '7 
 To Nature having tribute paid, 
 Back to our boats all haste we made. 
 
 Halting awhile 
 At the Copt's hospitable gate — 
 Right glad to sleep, though somewhat late, 
 
 On dear old Nile ! 
 
The Temple of Denderah. 
 
 {The Ancient Tentyra.) 
 
 [This is one of the most perfect of old Egyptian temples, and was in 
 course of erection when Christ lived at Jerusalem in the reign 
 of Ptolemy XI. It was dedicated to Athor, the Goddess of 
 Love and Beauty, before whom the sculptures, which cover the 
 walls, represent the kings of Egypt with propitiatory offerings 
 in their hands ; and among them is the celebrated Queen 
 Cleopatra.] 
 
 I 
 
 Behold another wonder of the Nile ! 
 
 Another gh'mpse into the misty past ! 
 Within Tentyra's desolated pile 
 
 We roved 'mid sculptured walls and columns 
 vast, 
 Where none dared enter once save king or 
 
 priest ; 
 But now, profaned by tread of man and beast. 
 
2 3 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Here Athor, Beauty's goddess, was adored 
 By rulers of mankind, who offerings brouglit 
 
 Of earth's best produce, lavishly outpoured, 
 And for their reigns her stanch protection 
 sought ; 
 
 Nor, judging by her smile benevolent. 
 
 On stone recorded, was she malcontent. 
 
 3 
 For then, as now, 'tis plain that Beauty's power 
 
 Was paramount in all affairs of men ; 
 And still, to her, ev'n kings their standard 
 lower ; 
 Nor need she care for gorgeous temples, when 
 In every heart of man she finds a throne 
 Where she may reign unrivalled and alone ! 
 
 4 
 Nor all in vain did Egypt's beauteous queen 
 
 At Athor's altar pious vows fulfil ; — 
 Her triumph came, when at her feet was seen 
 
 The C^SAR, captive to her charms ; and still 
 The name of Cleopatra lives to grace 
 The memory of her vanished dwelling-place. 
 
The Temple of Denderah. 23 
 
 5 
 Thus, not without some sympathy of soul, 
 
 We viewed this tribute of old heathen kings 
 
 To one o'er whom e'en Death hath no control ; — 
 
 That mystic power whose praise each poet 
 
 sings ;— 
 
 All else may fade, but LoVE shall perish never : 
 
 Is it not writ, " Your heart shall live for ever ? " * 
 
 * Ps. xxii. 26. 
 
A Misadvenhire. 
 
 A PROVERB says, " The more haste the less speed !" 
 Just now it hits us very hard indeed ; 
 Ladies somehow are always in a hurry, 
 And thereby oft occasion needless worry ; 
 So ours must needs insist that, without fail^ 
 The Rais should at all hazard carry sail, 
 Even should in the night a breeze arise ; 
 And lo ! it comes ! our bark before it flies ; 
 'Tis early mom, but darkness broods around. 
 When suddenly, bump, bump, we are aground ! 
 Oh ! impotent result, fraught with disaster, 
 Of feminine impatience to go faster \ — 
 On a stiff sandbank hard and fast we stick ! 
 " Off to the village ! summon hither quick 
 At least one hundred ' fellahs' to our aid ! " 
 Promptly the sapient order is obeyed ; 
 
A Misadventure. 25 
 
 But soon 'tis found much " easier said than done," 
 For fast as men are caught away they run ; 
 Though, after much delay and trouble plenty, 
 A gang is brought to bear, who muster twenty ; 
 But all in vain ! they push and pull and yell, 
 Not all their efforts make us budge one ell ! 
 And we seem doomed our voyage here to end 
 Unless kind fate should some assistance lend ; 
 When, lo ! a timely steamer from the rear 
 Arrives, and promptly dissipates our fear ; 
 Consents from ofif the bank our bark to tow ; 
 Hurrah ! we 're free once more, and off we go \ 
 
Thebes. 
 
 [Thebes extends over many square miles on both banks of the 
 Nile, very much as Paris and London over those of the Seine 
 and Thames. On the east bank are the temples of Luxor and 
 Karnac ; on the west, the temples of Koorneh, Dayr-el-baharee, 
 Dayr-el-medineh, the Ramesiitm, the two Colossi, and the Valleys 
 of the Kings and Queens, containing the cave-tombs of ancient 
 royalty. The existing monuments belong chiefly to the thir- 
 teenth, fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth centuries B.C.] 
 
 Thebes ! thy wonders 'mid remotest ages 
 Formed a fit theme for ancient bards and sages ; 
 But how shall my poor unskilled modern muse 
 Presume to thrust my toes into their shoes, 
 
 Or strive in lofty lay with them to vie. 
 
 Without their wings through fancy's realms to fly .'' 
 
 Still, since our Log demands renewed attention, 
 
 1 must proceed our recent deeds to mention ; 
 Behold us, then, at Thebes, where Menes reigned 
 Sometime before the flood ; 'tis not explained 
 How he and his escaped from being drowned, 
 And thus contrived a dynasty to found ; 
 
Thebes. 2 7 
 
 But we are bound to take facts as we find them, 
 And these old kings have left such marks behind 
 
 them 
 As to this day the minds of men astonish, 
 And modern feeble vanity admonish ; 
 For Pharaoh's royal race reigned here, and 
 
 flourished, 
 Ere infant Greece had yet been born or nourished, 
 And ere the father of the Jewish race 
 In Egypt sought out an abiding place, 
 When his fair Sarah was in no small danger 
 Of being taken from him by a stranger ; 
 For Pharaoh, thinking she was Abram's sister. 
 Found she had raised within his heart a blister ; 
 Which might have led to some domestic strife 
 Between the faithful Patriarch and his wife ! 
 At all events, we can't such proof refuse 
 That Pharaohs flourished long before the Jews. 
 Here, then, with certainty we look around 
 And know we really tread on ancient ground. 
 The very cradle of our human history. 
 Though shrouded still by a thick veil of mystery ; 
 And, much as we lament that superstition 
 Should have debased, thus early, man's condition. 
 
28 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 We still must feel no little admiration 
 For what remains of this primaeval nation, 
 Who have bequeathed such vestiges gigantic 
 In the stone records of their deeds romantic ; 
 Showing how RamesES with spear and bow 
 And his sole arm slew thousands of the foe, 
 Bearing off captive scores of foreign kings 
 To his great temple's god as offerings ; 
 How Shesak led proud JUDAH's king in chains, 
 And spread alarm o'er Palestina's plains ; 
 How OSIRTASEN spread Egyptian sway 
 From Ethiopia's wilds to ocean's spray. 
 To where Nile's waters with the salt sea blend. 
 And, in their fertile course, vast fields befriend. 
 Here Thothmes, too, has left whereby to trace 
 One of the mightiest of a mighty race ; 
 His obelisk* at Rome points to the skies. 
 And tells us of this world's changed destinies. 
 Nor be forgotten Sethi's pictured tomb,t 
 No longer walled up in perpetual gloom, 
 
 * The obelisk of the Lateran at Rome bears the name of 
 Thothmes III., who reigned about 1463 B.C. 
 
 t This is the magnificent tomb discovered by Belzoni fifty years 
 ago. Its bas-reliefs and paintings represent the various stages of 
 the soul after death until its final admission to eternal happiness. 
 
Thebes. 29 
 
 Where still OsiRIS to men's fears appeals, 
 
 And the dread secrets of the dead reveals. 
 
 But, lo ! what Giant images are those 
 
 Seated amid the fields in stern repose ? 
 
 Like petrified survivors of the race 
 
 Who raised the massive structures of the 
 
 place, 
 They gaze in scorn at man's degenerate state, 
 And morbidly lament old Egypt's fate. 
 " Ye pigmies of the earth ! " they seem to say, 
 " Why toil ye thus in vain from day to day ? 
 Like ants ye labour and like vermin die, 
 Leaving no trace, like US, of majesty ! " 
 Thus Memnon mocks, though " vocal " now no 
 
 more, 
 Each passing traveller rushing the world o'er, 
 Ever in search of some new strange excitement : 
 Say, doth not wisdom echo the indictment ? 
 As for ourselves, we took it not to heart. 
 Though we might feel a momentary smart, 
 And, in revenge, we sketched each ugly feature 
 Of those two monster forms of human creature ; 
 And having curiosity indulged. 
 We pocketed the insult thus divulged. 
 
30 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 My guide was a bewitching little creature, 
 
 Of gender feminine and pleasing feature : 
 
 Two smaller nymphs my roving footsteps followed, 
 
 Like "Graces" the "Apollo;" though they holloaed 
 
 Somewhat too oft for " Buksheish ; " still, I felt 
 
 Proud bf my trio, and benevolent ; 
 
 For " Fatima " was musical in speech. 
 
 And eager to learn all that I would teach ; 
 
 Nor, truth to say, did she display much greed. 
 
 But showed herself a maid of gentle breed, 
 
 Helping me much to buy old curiosities 
 
 In shape of beetles, mummies, and monstrosities : 
 
 I gave her of my love a token plain 
 
 Which meant " Dear girl, ivc part to meet again ! " 
 
 K pair of scissors, to assuage her pain. 
 
 Farewell to Thebes ! a tempting northern breeze 
 
 Urges us onward ; thus the more one sees 
 
 The more the passion grows. So now our plan 
 
 Is to push on as far as Assou-AN. 
 
" El-humda-lillah ! " 
 
 {" God 6e Praised/") 
 
 [A triumphant Ode in celebration of our arrival at the First 
 Cataract.] 
 
 I 
 
 " El-hmnda-lillah I " Thus to heaven 
 
 In joyous burst of praise 
 Let the full choir of " Pleiads " * seven 
 
 Their grateful voices raise ; 
 Conducted safe from courtly Cairo 
 To this far boundary of Pharaoh ; 
 Where many an overhanging pile ' 
 Of granite rock hems in the Nile, 
 Man's enterprise oft checking, 
 And his frail vessels wrecking ; 
 
 * The number of our company being seven, we called ourselves 
 the "Pleiades." 
 
32 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 While monster boulder-stones of size gigantic, 
 Heaped up together in confusion frantic 
 
 On every mountain top, 
 
 Seem ready down to drop ; 
 As though the fragments of some ruined world 
 Had by contending fiends been at each other hurled! 
 
 2 
 
 " El-humda-lillwh ! " Have we not, 
 
 With favouring northern breeze, 
 Visited many a famous spot 
 
 In luxury and ease ? 
 Viewing, in one long panorama. 
 Scenes of the old world's wondrous drama ? 
 Temples and tombs and mummy-caves, 
 Along the course of Nile's wide waves, 
 
 In form and size stupendous, 
 
 And of an age tremendous ? 
 And have we not, too, seen huge crocodiles. 
 And pelicans by hundreds on small isles ; 
 
 And groves of feathery palms. 
 
 And sunset's glowing charms. 
 Each day supplying some new pleasant theme, 
 Till all around seemed one long and delightful 
 
 dream ? 
 
EL-humda-lillah ! " 
 
 3 
 
 " El-humda-lillah 1 " Can we e'er forget 
 
 Those happy tranquil days ? 
 While poor old England has been drenched with 
 wet, 
 We 've revelled in warm rays 
 Of glorious sunshine, amid scenes of beauty, 
 Far from the fogs of regions dark and sooty ; 
 No bitter mingled with our sweet. 
 Save that time sped along too fleet ! 
 Ah ! oft when all seems drear, 
 May these bright memories cheer 
 Each drooping heart amid life's dull decline. 
 And, like the sunset's glow, around us shine ! 
 And may the friendly union 
 Of our Nile-boat communion 
 Be lasting as the " Pleiades " above ; 
 That, though we met as strangers, we may part in 
 love! 
 
A Sotwenir of PhilcB. 
 
 [The island of Phil^, situated above the First Cataract, is perhaps 
 the most attractive spot on the Nile. The temples date from 
 the time of the early Ptolemies at the beginning of the Christian 
 era, and seem to have been dedicated chiefly to the worship 
 of Isis, Osiris, and Athor (goddess of love).] 
 
 Our southward pilgrimage at PHlLiE ended, 
 
 That frontier of the Pharaohs, whither wended 
 
 In ancient times the devotees of ISIS, 
 
 Who came to seek indulgence for their vices, 
 
 Or take a peep at Athor'S lovely face. 
 
 Which there in her own temple found a place. 
 
 Osiris also was supposed to sleep 
 
 In some spot hereabouts, in cavern deep ; 
 
 Though, as his body was hacked all to bits, 
 
 And scattered among various mummy pits, 
 
 It seems most probable, upon the whole. 
 
 That what thus " slept at Philae " * was his soul. 
 
 * Herodotus always alludes to Osiris as "he who sleeps at Phila." 
 
A Souvenir of Philce. 35 
 
 But be that as it may, this much is clear, 
 He had two lovely goddesses quite near 
 To guard his slumber, causing him to keep 
 Always one eye wide open in his sleep ! 
 Volatile British females ! look around ! 
 The isle whereon you tread is holy ground ; 
 Perchance OSIRIS still with flail might thrash 
 Sinners like you, should you deserve the lash. 
 
 Beautiful Phil^ ! fitly chosen spot 
 For gods and goddesses to fix their lot ; 
 Here Nile, imprisoned 'mid huge piles of rock, 
 Bursts through his bonds with swift impetuous 
 
 shock, 
 Yet lingers lovingly with outstretched arms 
 To fold in fond embrace thy tempting charms ; 
 Jealous to leave thee in grim Vulcan's lap, 
 Too fair a nymph to waste on such a chap ! 
 Still may be seen the impress of his lips * 
 Ere downward on his headlong course he dips. 
 
 * The allusion here is to the deep grooves in the rocks, worn by 
 the strong current of the Nile during countless ages. 
 
36 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 Pilgrims of love, we felt its potent power 
 
 While musing 'mid those scenes in eve's still 
 
 hour; 
 What wondrous tales might Phite's piles unfold, 
 Of many a maiden fair and warrior bold. 
 Who came from far their simple vows to offer, 
 And drop their pious gift in priestly coffer ! 
 Since then, what scores of centuries have sped ! 
 Worshipped and worshippers alike are fled ; 
 Vast ruins cover the once sacred ground. 
 And silent desolation reigns around ; 
 Whilst, to record his own and country's shame, 
 Each modern idiot carves his worthless name, 
 Nor spares the very features of the gods. 
 Rouse up, Osiris ! ply thy vengeful rods ! 
 
 Phil^ ! farewell ! 'Mid life's distracting duties 
 Oft shall the vision of thy varied beauties, 
 Like a bright dream, the saddened soul beguile. 
 While fancy floats us once more on the Nile, 
 And sees the feathery palms their foliage wave. 
 And the wild rocks watch round OsiRls' grave, 
 
A Souvenir of PhilcB. 37 
 
 Like fossil giants of some Pliaraoh's reign, 
 
 Waiting in hope to see him rise again.* 
 
 Thus far to sunny South, in wake of swallow, 
 
 We 've fled from cold, but can no farther follow ; 
 
 Now to our native North we turn again 
 
 With patriot's pleasure, not unmixed with pain ; 
 
 For life, alas ! is like Nile's flowing river, 
 
 And downward as we float, the more we shiver, 
 
 Sharing reluctantly its ceaseless motion, 
 
 That mingles us at last with dark oblivion's ocean ! 
 
 * The Egyptians believed in the future resurrection of Osiris to 
 judge the world. He was put to death by TypHON, the incarna- 
 tion of evil, and his body cut into fragments, vifhich were collected 
 by Isis and buried in various places, of which Philce and Ahydiis 
 were the most sacred. Osiris is always represented with a flail 
 for the punishment of the wicked, and a shepherd's crook for the 
 guidance of the good. 
 
Dowjt the Nile. 
 
 1 
 
 Right-about-face !— Sweet sunny South, good- 
 bye ! 
 Northward we turn our melancholy gaze ; 
 The rising Pole-star fronts us in the sky, 
 
 Rearward the "Southern Cross" melts in the 
 haze ; 
 Down Nile's mysterious stream we slowly glide. 
 Whose secret source let LIVINGSTONE decide. 
 
 2 
 
 But oft our boat, like a young bashful girl, 
 
 Seemed half afraid to face the rude north wind. 
 
 And curiously from side to side would twirl, 
 As if it really knew not its own mind. 
 
 'Twas torture thus to crawl in crablike fashion. 
 
 But 'twas no use to get into a passion. 
 
Down the Nile. 39 
 
 3 
 Our crew's proceedings were a constant puzzle, 
 
 Spasmodically fast and slow by fits ; 
 Ofttimes in full career they 'd stop to guzzle, 
 
 While our good Rais seemed to have lost his wits 
 Ever since parting from his Nubian spouse 
 At Assouan, where he possessed a house. 
 
 4 
 Of course we stopped at Edfoo's stately pile, 
 
 Sacred to HoR-HAT, Athor, and young HORUS; 
 And viewed the temple of the Crocodile 
 
 At ancient Ombos, with no boys to bore us : * 
 At SiLSILIS those quarries we surveyed 
 From which so many structures vast were made. 
 
 S 
 We also landed oft to grope about 
 
 In sundry grottoes smelling strong of bats ; 
 But all the mummies had been taken out 
 
 Of men and crocodiles and birds and cats, 
 And other creatures scarcely worth the cost 
 Of thus embalming, since 'twas labour lost. 
 
 * The village-boys of Egypt seem to consider it their special 
 duty and privilege to vforry travellers, and may be fairly classed 
 ■vii'Ca. flies in the category of modem Egyptian plagues. 
 
40 Lays of Pharaoh- land. 
 
 6 
 One morning, mightily to our amaze, 
 
 A boat in full sail hailed us as she passed, 
 And suddenly, to our astonished gaze, 
 
 A bag of English letters to us cast ; 
 Some newspapers were also with them hurled. 
 Giving us the last news of all the world ; — 
 
 7 
 Foremost and first, — the poor French Emperor 
 dead! 
 By German bullets spared to die in peace. 
 Far from his subjects, in an English bed ; 
 
 Gone to that world where earthly troubles cease ; 
 Once fickle Fortune's favourite, at last 
 A vanquished fugitive ; — now all is past ! 
 
 S 
 Thus has man's mad ambition been reproved 
 Since history's dawn; — witness these scenes 
 around, 
 Where mighty kings majestically moved 
 
 Like gods, and worshippers by miUions found. 
 Where are they now?— their tombs and temples 
 
 where ? 
 Naught— naught is left but desolation bare ! 
 
Down the Nile. 41 
 
 9 
 Once more at THEBES ! — We took a moonlight 
 stroll 
 Amid the gloom of Karnak's columned 
 halls- 
 Rich treat for an imaginative soul, 
 
 Provided that no ghostly fear appals, 
 And donkey-boys can be bribed into quiet ; 
 I recommend all travellers to try it. 
 
 The valley of the " Tombs of ancient Kings " 
 Afforded a fine field for exploration ; 
 
 Of their contents each learned guide-book sings. 
 And every fool records his name and nation, 
 
 Knowing right well he has no other hope 
 
 Whereby from dull obscurity to grope. 
 
 With rapture I renewed my fond alliance 
 With gentle Fatima, my donkey-lass, 
 
 Who quite returned my flame, and frowned defi- 
 ance 
 On jealous rivals ; so it came to pass 
 
42 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 That she and little Miriam took their seat 
 Near me when tired, and tickled both my feet* 
 
 12 
 
 And I commend this pleasant operation 
 To every weary traveller on the Nile, 
 
 Recording here my self-congratulation, 
 However envious critics may revile. 
 
 Ah ! if I could but have my wicked way, 
 
 Those girls my feet should tickle every day ! 
 
 13 
 
 Well, the sad moment came at last to part 
 
 From the nymph Fatima, and Thebes, and 
 
 I hope for a small corner in her heart, [LuxOR ; 
 Even should she become some Arab's " uxor ! " 
 
 Our next adventure in our Nile-life's lottery 
 
 Found us at Keneh, famous for its pottery. 
 
 14 
 The British Consul there, of visage black, 
 
 Seemed to appreciate a fairer skin ; 
 He came to dine, and made a brisk attack 
 
 On potent wine, which raised such fire within, 
 
 * The intention was to shampoo, but the sole result of their in- 
 fantine efforts was that above stated. 
 
Down the Nile. 43 
 
 That he insisted we should forthwith go 
 To see some dancing-girls he had to show. 
 
 15 
 In short, he got obstreperous, and swore 
 
 He would not budge an inch till we agreed. 
 With one consent we voted him a bore. 
 
 Of whom it much behoved us to be freed ; 
 So briefly he got hint 'twas time to go ; 
 And off he went — " sad, melancholy, slow ! " 
 
 16 
 
 How shall I utter what I saw one morn .-' — 
 A holy saint of fourscore years and ten, 
 
 Sinless and robeless as a babe just born. 
 
 Seated upon a bank since deuce knows when. 
 
 Over the elements he holds dominion, 
 
 'Tis said — but that is matter of opinion. 
 
 17 
 
 As " Shaikh Saleem " he is known in these parts, 
 And navigators hold him much in fear ; 
 
 Because, unless appeased, a curse he darts 
 Whereby boats oft are lost in their career ; 
 
 Though, for my part, I think a wholesome washing 
 
 Might be well supplemented with a thrashing. 
 
44 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 i8 
 But now my muse your charity beseeches ; 
 
 A vile Rat in my wardrobe made a hole, 
 Gnawing a waistcoat and two pairs of breeches 
 
 Besides six handkerchiefs, upon my soul ! 
 Ye tender fair, who to the rescue rushed, 
 Right well you mended them although you blushed ! 
 
 '9 
 What more have I to add ? — Strong baffling winds 
 
 Delay our progress but prolong our joys ; 
 -Meantime my heart sweet consolation finds. 
 
 While sage philosophy my mind employs. 
 Who could be dull in such divine society ? 
 I could live thus for years without satiety. 
 
Down the Nile. 
 
 {Continued.) 
 
 20 
 With Egypt's oldest relics of times past, 
 
 Famed Memphis and Sakkara, we wound up 
 For a bonne-bouche, reserved until the last, 
 
 As folk oft keep tit-bits whereon to sup ; 
 Though we saw naught at Memphis, I must say, 
 Save some old sculptures scattered on the way. 
 
 21 
 But, lying in a low and shady spot. 
 
 Like a big Brobdignagian in his sleep. 
 We saw great Rameses,* his royal face 
 
 Calm and composed, as though in slumber deep ; 
 
 * This refers to the magnificent fragment of Rameses the Great 
 at Memphis, which was presented many years ago to the British 
 Government, but has been suffered to lie neglected in « pit, owing 
 to the great cost its transport to England would involve. Wilkinson 
 describing it, says : "The expression of the face, which is perfectly 
 preserved, is very beautiful." 
 
46 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 His lips submissively the cold clay press, 
 Teaching from age to age man's littleness. 
 
 22 
 
 Had stiff-necked Pharaoh, in his generation, 
 Wisely succumbed to the Divine command, 
 
 Egypt might still retain a foremost station, 
 And Memphis in its ancient grandeur stand ; 
 
 Such was the sermon preached biy those old stones 
 
 To bring proud man down on his marrow-bones. 
 
 23 
 Passing Sakkara's terraced pyramid, 
 
 We saw the " Grotto of the Sacred Bull," 
 Where, in sarcophagus, each corpse was hid, 
 
 In days when beasts were gods, and earth was 
 full 
 Of superstition, such as makes us glad 
 That we were born in times not quite so bad. 
 
 24 
 Finis ! Here terminates our Nile career ! 
 
 The " Pleiades " no more at mess shall muster ; 
 Naught will remain to us save memories dear, 
 Which in each breast henceforth will fondly 
 cluster ; 
 
Down the Nile. 47 
 
 While our Nile voyage, with its interests rife, 
 Will seem like a bright OasIS in life. 
 
 25 
 The " Star of India," proved a happy home, 
 
 Wherein no note of discord ever entered ; 
 And now, the hour of separation come, 
 
 We find our heart's best feelings in it centered. 
 
 Thus smoothly down life's current may we glide, 
 
 Then meet to part no more, " Heaven's light our 
 
 guided * 
 
 26 
 
 Nor be forgotten our good DRAGOMAN, 
 
 Who liberally all our wants supplied ; 
 Let us indulgently his foibles scan ; 
 
 To make things pleasant to us all he tried : 
 We wish him future luck in his profession, 
 Till he has wealth enough in his possession. 
 
 27 
 NicOLAl also was a worthy wight, 
 
 " All things to all," especially the fair. 
 Who viewed his handsome person with delight. 
 
 Deeming him an Adonis in his air : 
 
 * " Heaven's light our guide " is the motto, of the Order of the 
 "Star of India." 
 
At meals he dutifully served each dear, 
 Oft whispering Arab lessons in her ear. 
 
 28 
 What shall I say of little Benjamin, 
 
 Our ugly, impish, wide-mouthed Nubian boy ? 
 Whom, fascinated by his coal-black skin, 
 
 The ladies made their special pet and toy ; 
 Clothed him in purple to his own surprise, 
 Then called him in to brush away the flies, 
 
 29 
 It fared not thus with our poor household fag, 
 
 Elias, best abused of all on board ; 
 From morn till eve he ne'er was seen to flag ; 
 
 By each in turn his name was loudly roared ; 
 He ironed clothes, made beds, at meals attended, 
 Yet seldom was with female smiles befriended. 
 
 30 
 Lastly, our faithful Rais* and trusty crew, 
 
 The skilful navigators of our boat, 
 Must have the grateful tribute justly due ; 
 
 Right well they laboured, and kept us afloat, 
 
 * Arabic term for a "ship's captain.' 
 
Down the Nile. 49 
 
 Free from all rocks and sandbanks wisely steer- 
 ing. 
 And with melodious strains our spirits cheering. 
 
 31 
 And now, farewell ! a word that must be spoken 
 
 Sooner or later by each living soul. 
 Receive these parting stanzas as a token 
 
 From one who would his humble name enrol 
 In your choice list of absent friends most cherished, 
 Even when his worthless body shall have perished. 
 
 D 
 
l^he Great Petrified Forest. 
 
 {A Vision of the Desert.) 
 
 [Having, during our stay at Cairo, read a somewhat sensational 
 account in the London Illustrated Ncii>s of a newly discovered 
 "petrified forest" about ten miles west of the great pyramids, 
 we were induced to visit the locality. Another so-called 
 "petrified forest" has long been known to travellers on the 
 eastern bank of the Nile, within a morning's ride from Cairo ; 
 but the large specimens have long ago nearly all disappeared 
 under the exhaustive chisels of curiosity hunters ; whereas we 
 were now led to believe in the existence of a real park of entire 
 trees, standing in situ, where they had originally grown.] 
 
 All ye who annually flock to Cairo, 
 Of whatsoe'er profession, sex, or age, 
 
 To see the wonders of the land of Pharaoh, 
 And with antiquity your mind engage ; 
 
 Yield an attentive ear unto my lay. 
 
 Whilst I rehearse the marvels of a day. 
 
The Great Petrified Forest. 5 1 
 
 2 
 One morn, the thirst for knowledge to appease, 
 
 Three sage philosophers from Cairo started, 
 [For wise folk somehow always pack in threes^ 
 
 And to the Pyramids in hurry darted ; 
 One was an Artist of no meagre fame ; 
 The other two, a General and his dame. 
 
 3 
 'Twas whispered that far off, in desert wild, 
 
 Stood a primeval forest turned to stone ; 
 So thus, by curiosity beguiled, 
 
 This sapient trio zealously had gone 
 To sketch and scrutinise the new-found mystery. 
 And to the ignorant unfold its history. 
 
 4 
 Behold us, then (for I was of the party). 
 
 Pausing 'neath CheoPS' pyramidal shade. 
 Each on his donkey, resolute and hearty. 
 
 Ready to rush wherever fancy bade ; 
 To the far west we strained our eager gaze, 
 And saw a vision floating through the haze. 
 
 5 
 Lo ! at a mountain's base, in gaunt array. 
 
 Like giant sentinels around a throne. 
 
52 Lays of Pharaoh-land. 
 
 A thousand stately trees their trunks display, 
 
 Each motionless and rigid as a stone ! 
 Such was the " Fossil forest " fancy drew ; 
 Who could say whether it were false or true ? 
 
 6 
 
 Forward we plunged into the desert drear ; 
 
 A trackless sandy waste before us spread ; 
 Old Cheops melted dimly in our rear, 
 
 As o'er some sea's vast void we seemed to tread ; 
 And still imagination played its prank, 
 Like a mirage, and filled the distant blank, — 
 
 7 
 Picturing fossil nests on every bough, 
 
 Each filled with fossil eggs and fossil birds. 
 For even the wisest men at times, somehow. 
 
 Love to delude themselves with flattering words ; 
 And liken geese to swans, pebbles to pearls, 
 Whilst the wild brain in pleased confusion whirls. 
 
 8 
 Thus, then, it was, we hugged the dear delusion. 
 
 Until our guide announced our journey ended. 
 And pointed grimly out, to our confusion. 
 
 Two prostrate trunks along the sand extended ; 
 
The Great Petrified Forest. 5 3 
 
 These were the " Fossil forest," he avowed, 
 And seemed of the great fact immensely proud. 
 
 9 
 Not quite so we I Staring, we stood aghast, 
 
 Reluctant each his pent-up thoughts to utter ; 
 But famished nature urging a repast. 
 
 We turned for comfort to our bread and butter. 
 " What went ye in the desert waste to see } " 
 " Don't you feel rather up a fossil tree I " 
 
Anathana to the Flies of Egypt. 
 
 [This enduring bequest of Moses may be considered the only real 
 drawback to enjoyment on the Nile, and certainly renders 
 the great Jewish lawyer somewhat unpopular with modern 
 travellers. The following lines may be considered a final out- 
 burst of pent-up wrath at the end of a two months' trip, which 
 was otherwise a period of perfect delight to us all] 
 
 Confound those odious flies ! 
 How they do tantalise, 
 Hovering round my eyes, 
 
 Tickling my nose, 
 Causing me oft to sneeze. 
 Giving no rest or ease. 
 Ever in wait to teaze, 
 
 Meanest of foes ! 
 What do you want, you beast ! 
 Pest of all in the East ; 
 Go somewhere else to feast, 
 
 Get away, do ! 
 
Anathema to the Flies of Egypt. 55 
 
 Leave in peace my poor head ; 
 
 On yonder slice of bread 
 
 You '11 find some honey spread, 
 
 Nicer for you ! 
 Ah ! big botheration 
 And loud execration 
 To Egypt's old nation 
 
 For angering Moses ! 
 Bringing such plagues on man ; 
 Rest well he never can, 
 Pestered by insect clan 
 
 While he reposes. 
 But, worst of all, ye flies ! 
 Your race my temper tries ; 
 
 Oh, how I hate you ! 
 How could Nature, I wondfer, 
 Commit such a blunder 
 
 As to create you ! 
 
PART II. 
 
 LAYS OF WONDER-LAND. 
 
up a Tree I 
 
 {A Real Adventure.) 
 
 I 
 
 It happened sixteen years ago — 
 It seems but yesterday to me ; 
 
 And still, as back my thoughts I throw, 
 
 It sets my heart all in a glow, 
 That vision in a cherry-tree ! 
 
 2 
 
 For on a lofty branch I saw, 
 
 Enthroned amid the sheltering shade, 
 Crowned with a mushroom hat of straw, 
 Looking like one whose will was law, 
 
 A most bewildering young maid. 
 
 3 
 Like veritable " Fairy Queen," 
 
 Surrounded by her little court 
 Of elfin forms, she sate serene ; 
 So sweet a group I ne'er had seen, 
 
 Nor one so ripe for merry sport. 
 
6o Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 4 
 As though to check my bold advance, 
 
 She flashed on me her lustrous eyes ; 
 Forthwith I felt their lightning glance 
 With magnet's force my soul entrance ; 
 
 Rooted I stood in glad surprise. 
 
 S 
 Anon, o'er her sweet lips there stole 
 
 A playful and bewitching smile ; 
 Then, in the rapture of my soul, 
 I seemed to see Love's very goal, 
 
 Such power hath Beauty to beguile ! 
 6 
 Up to this fairy's tempting bower 
 
 A friendly ladder seemed to lead ; 
 I placed my foot with manful power 
 On the first step, when, lo ! a shower 
 
 Of cherries fell upon my head. 
 
 7 
 Like startled bees their queen who guard, 
 
 I saw each young elf's arm upraised ; 
 Cherries, like hail, fell fast and hard 
 Full on the face of this poor Bard, 
 
 As still he upward strode amazed. 
 
up a Tree. 61 
 
 8 
 The goal was gained ! On a spare bough- 
 
 I innocently took my seat ; 
 But short my triumph proved, — for now 
 My hat she knocked from off my brow, 
 
 While laughing elves approved the feat. 
 
 9 
 Thus challenged by my fairy foe, 
 
 I made a dash at her broad brim, 
 And tossed it to the earth below ; 
 Her face flushed up with crimson glow. 
 
 Her long loose hair all out of trim ! 
 
 lO 
 
 Then came a friendly mutual truce, 
 
 And fruits of victory were mine ; 
 My lips were stained with cherry juice ; 
 But oft I wondered who the deuce 
 
 Could be this unknown nymph divine. 
 II 
 She too would know from whence I came. 
 
 Like one of the sky's wandering stars ; 
 What my profession, age, and name ? 
 Each word she uttered fanned a flame 
 
 Like that which Venus lit in Mars. 
 
62 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 12 
 
 Methought till then I ne'er had met 
 
 Such a delicious little creature, 
 So wild and frolicsome, and yet 
 So clever, nice, and sweet a pet ; 
 So perfect too in every feature ! 
 
 13 
 
 At last 'twas time to end our chat, 
 
 And down the ladder we descended ; 
 Forthwith she pounced on my poor hat, 
 Then bounded off like a wild cat. 
 Whilst I behind her close attended. 
 
 14 
 The pace was perilous and fast, 
 
 And oft she doubled like a hare. 
 But to a halt she came at last. 
 Then round her both my arms I cast, 
 
 And would have kissed her if I dare. 
 
 IS 
 But, at this crisis, up there rushed 
 
 A horrid nursery-governess ! 
 My fair one's hat was sadly crushed, 
 She gave me one last look and blushed. 
 
 Then left me standing in distress. 
 
up a Tree. 63 
 
 16 
 'Twas thus my vision came and fled ! 
 
 The little coquette ! what cared she ? 
 We met when sixteen years had sped, 
 And both had long been mar-ri-ed ; 
 
 But she had not forgotten me ; 
 
 And still she was most fair to see, 
 
 My charmer of the cherry-tree ! 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 
 
 {A True Story.) 
 
 [This celebrated convent is romantically situated on the summit of a 
 mountain in Daiiphine, nearly 5000 feet above the sea. It was 
 first erected by St Bruno, a.d. 1080, in obedience to whose strin- 
 gent rules no female was allowed during seven centuries to tread 
 within five miles of the sanctuary. It has long been famous 
 for the excellent liqueur manufactured by the monks.] 
 
 I 
 
 I HAVE a truthful tale to tell 
 
 (No unsubstantial dream), 
 Of what myself and spouse befell 
 By midnight in a mountain dell — 
 
 An awe-inspiring theme ! 
 2 
 Prompted by Eve's primeval greed 
 
 Forbidden fruit to gobble, 
 One morn we started off full speed 
 In a chaise drawn by one lank steed, 
 
 Which just contrived to hobble. 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 65 
 
 3 
 Full fifteen miles this quadruped 
 
 Managed his load to drag ; 
 Then coming to a stand-still dead, 
 He would not budge an inch till fed, 
 
 So was allowed to lag. 
 
 4 
 Fifteen more miles we onward went 
 
 To a big mountain's base, 
 And as our horse's power was spent. 
 We stopped, by no means malcontent, 
 
 Some dejeuner to face. 
 
 S 
 Veal cutlets, beans, potatoes, trout, 
 
 We soon contrived to swallow, 
 Which made us feel quite strong and stout, 
 So boldly we again set out 
 
 The steep ascent to follow. 
 6 
 For lo ! on this same mountain top 
 
 Our pilgrimage must end ; 
 'Twas there we meant all night to stop. 
 Unless sent flying, neck and crop. 
 
 By some unfriendly friend. 
 
66 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 7 
 'Tis time that I should now explain 
 
 That to yon lone retreat 
 St Bruno fled, but fled in vain, 
 That never in this world again 
 
 He female form might meet. 
 8 
 And there he formed a brotherhood. 
 
 Fierce W oman-haters all, 
 Who, in their eff'orts to be good. 
 Stinted the flesh with scanty food, 
 
 Mindful of Adam's fall. 
 
 9 
 
 For centuries no petticoat 
 
 Could pierce that sacred fold ; 
 
 Frail curiosity to gloat 
 
 'Mid matrimony's antidote 
 None then was found so bold. 
 
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 But now, alas ! excursion trains 
 
 And other aids of travel 
 Have quite outwitted Bruno's brains ; 
 Women in crowds forsake the plains 
 
 The mystery to unravel. 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 67 
 
 'Tis an incentive to their zeal 
 
 To think it fruit forbidden ; 
 To " woman's rights " they now appeal, 
 And to the blushing monks reveal 
 
 Their varied charms unchidden, 
 12 
 The mount's wild gorge they penetrate, 
 
 Careless of toil they clamber ; 
 They throng outside the convent gate. 
 Making each monk deplore his fate, 
 
 And linger in his chamber. 
 
 13 
 
 My spouse, as curious as the rest, 
 Had long urged this excursion ; 
 And as we neared the saintly nest 
 Loudly her inward joy expressed. 
 Deeming it huge diversion. 
 
 14 
 A meek monk on the road we passed. 
 
 Who turned away his head, 
 Telling his beads furious and fast, 
 As though each moment were his last, 
 
 So full was he of dread. 
 
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 15 
 Of female form the very rustle 
 
 To him was diabolic, 
 With Satan's self he seemed to tussle, 
 And out of harm's way tried to bustle, 
 
 Like one who feared the cholic. 
 16 
 Our upward path seemed formed to be 
 
 Nature's own royal portal, 
 Leading, through scenes of majesty. 
 To some vast height where men might see 
 
 The throne of the Immortal ! 
 
 17 
 " Excelsior ! " we reached at last 
 
 The convent's awful gate ; 
 We rang the bell ; a monk aghast 
 Poked out his head, and one glance cast 
 
 Of horror at my mate. 
 18 
 " No women here allowed ! " he cried, 
 
 "But yonder you may find 
 A house wherein some nuns abide ; 
 There, for one night, your wife may hide. 
 
 And meet with treatment kind." 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 69 
 
 19 
 Thus having spoke, he closed the door ; 
 
 We sought and found a nun ; 
 The place seemed desolate and poor, 
 But of a bed the dame made sure, 
 
 Though I still wanted one. 
 20 
 So back to the good monk I sped, 
 
 To make my meek demand ; 
 To a small cell was straightway led, 
 Was told the hour when guests were fed, 
 
 Then took my key in hand. 
 21 
 Within the hall were grouped a score 
 
 Of worldlings hke to me ; 
 With them I was conducted o'er 
 Through many a mazy corridor, 
 
 To see what we might see, 
 22 
 This was not much ; — some books quite old ; 
 
 Queer pictures ; chapels ; cells ; 
 Gravestones of monks long turned to mould ; 
 Such things their own quaint story told 
 
 As plain as the church-bells. 
 
70 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 23 
 Then, sauntering forth, I sought the dame, 
 
 And through the woods we wended 
 Until the hour for parting came ; 
 Nor need you deem me much to blame 
 
 If here my story ended. 
 24 
 But here, in truth, it doth begin ! 
 
 For off I went to dinner, 
 Which seemed a penance for past sin, 
 A speedy mode of getting thin. 
 
 And, after each meal, thinner ! 
 
 25 
 At least I thought so, till at last 
 
 They gave me some " liqiuttr," 
 So good, I soon forgot the past, 
 And thought it quite worth while to fast, 
 
 Such finish to ensure. 
 26 
 I licked my lips, and longed for more ! 
 
 Come to my aid, O muse ! 
 Inspire me while the praise I roar 
 Of that sweet stuff I now outpour. 
 
 My own beloved " CHARTREUSE ! " 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 71 
 
 27 
 
 I sought my humble cell at nine, 
 
 And tumbled into bed ; 
 I felt within a glow benign ; 
 A halo round me seemed to shine, 
 
 Like that round some saint's head. 
 
 28 
 I sank into a sleep profound ; 
 
 Perhaps I may have snored ; 
 What matter ? — No wife heard the sound, 
 Nor tossed me out on the hard ground, 
 
 Or the floor's harder board. 
 
 29 
 
 I slept ; — till, hark ! — I hear the toll 
 
 Of a most dismal bell ; 
 It seems to harrow up my soul ; 
 So underneath the sheets I roll 
 
 To smother the dread knell. 
 
 30 
 But all in vain ! — Sweet rest has fled ; 
 The clock proclaims midnight ; 
 
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 The thought occurs that Mass is said * 
 At that strange hour,— so out of bed 
 I start, and strike a hght. 
 
 31 
 In haste I dress ; then sally out 
 
 To seek my way to church ; 
 Dark corridors I grope about 
 Until I feel inclined to shout, 
 
 So hopeless seems my search. 
 
 32 
 I hear the distant voice of monk 
 
 In melancholy chaunt. 
 Then all seems in deep silence sunk. 
 And I begin to feel a funk. 
 
 And ghosts my fancy haunt. 
 
 33 
 I long to get back to my room, 
 
 But feel lost in a maze 
 Of galleries involved in gloom, 
 Until methinks it is my doom 
 
 Therein to end my days. 
 
 * The English Guide-books designate as u. midnight "Mass' 
 what is, correctly speaking, only " Matins." 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 73 
 
 34 
 At length I spy a light afar, 
 
 An old monk's flickering taper ; 
 I hail it as my guiding-star, 
 And knock my head against a bar 
 
 While towards it swift I caper. 
 
 35 
 Bound by his strict vow not to talk', 
 
 The monk makes sundry signs 
 In which direction I should walk. 
 So off accordingly I stalk 
 
 To where a dim light shines. 
 
 36 
 Once more I hear the solemn strain 
 
 Of voices chaunting prayer ; 
 I stumble on a door, and strain 
 My back in striving to obtain 
 
 An entrance then and there. 
 
 37 
 At last, to end my story queer, 
 
 A man came to my aid. 
 And took me where I well might hear, 
 But could see nothing very clear, 
 
 Nor tell a monk from maid. 
 
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 For a whole hour the dismal tones 
 
 Monotonously solemn. 
 Like the wind's solitary moans, 
 Or river rolling over stones, 
 
 I heard behind a column. 
 
 39 
 Then, growing desperate, once more 
 
 I sought my own small cell ; 
 And tried the darkness to explore, 
 Losing my bearings o'er and o'er ; — 
 
 But "all 's well that ends well." 
 40 
 My bed I gained. The monks' dull drawl 
 
 Acted like soporific ; 
 Soundly I slept till the bell's call 
 To chapel once more summoned all, 
 
 With clanging quite terrific. 
 
 41 
 I dressed, and bought a good supply 
 
 Of " Chartreuse " famous tipple ; 
 The dame soon at it cocked her eye. 
 As though she longed at once to try 
 
 Its pleasant inward ripple. 
 
La Grande Chartreuse. 75 
 
 42 
 In the nuns' house 'twas the hard law 
 
 No husband there might rest, 
 Nor touch provisions with his paw, 
 Still less upon them use his jaw 
 
 To cause them to digest ! 
 
 43 
 Nevertheless, this rule to break, 
 
 My dame used coaxing wile ; 
 So I got leave some food to take 
 Quite on the sly, for pure love's sake. 
 
 By means of harmless guile. 
 
 44 
 'Twas managed thus : while none could spy 
 
 I quietly was smuggled 
 Into a sweet nun's cell close by, 
 \^She was not there, unluckily !] 
 
 And so the monks were juggled. 
 
 45 
 Thither the nuns some coffee bore 
 
 My inward man to nourish, 
 While one kept watch outside the door ; 
 The generous creatures I adore ! 
 
 Long may they live and flourish ! 
 
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 46 
 And now at last my tale is told, 
 
 For homeward we then turned, 
 Leaving behind a little gold 
 For Bruno's sake and convent old, 
 
 Which had our good-will earned. 
 
 47 
 For though sweet woman they abuse. 
 
 This world is much their debtor, 
 Were it but for their good "Chartreuse," 
 And the warm glow it doth diffuse, 
 
 Whereby men are made better. 
 
 48 
 Then let us drink to Bruno's health 
 
 In a meUifluous bumper 
 Of his own brew ! his convent's wealth, 
 Whose godly monks do good by stealth ; 
 
 So give the board a thumper ! 
 
The Magic Mushroom. 
 
 {A Fairy Tale founded on fact.) 
 
 I 
 I WILL a wondrous story tell 
 
 To all who wish to know, 
 Of something that myself befell 
 
 While wintering at Pau. 
 
 2 
 
 Now Pau 's a town in Southern France, 
 
 Close to the Pyrenees, 
 Where English people go to dance 
 
 And do what else they please. 
 
 3 
 But let me caution each male friend. 
 
 Young, middle-aged, and old, 
 Who thither may propose to wend, 
 
 'Gainst perils manifold. 
 
78 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 4 
 For, let him go where'er he may, 
 
 To foxhunt, band, or church. 
 Fair damsels will fall in his way, 
 
 Without the need to search. 
 
 5 
 And such bewitching creatures, too, 
 
 That, without any flattery, 
 Each pair of eyes the work will do 
 
 Of an entire field-battery ! 
 
 6 
 
 For me, although a married man, 
 
 And all unused to flirt, 
 Quite comprehend I never can 
 
 How I escaped unhurt. 
 
 7 
 But to resume my truthful tale : 
 
 One day I went to sketch 
 A scene where, far beyond the vale. 
 
 The snow-clad mountains stretch ; 
 
 8 
 And spying a snug shady spot 
 Beneath some spreading trees. 
 
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 The sun's rays waxing somewhat hot, 
 I there reclined at ease. 
 
 9 
 And might have, doubtless, in due time, 
 
 Done something worth a prize, 
 But for a spectacle sublime 
 
 That met my wondering eyes. 
 
 10 
 For underneath a neighbouring tree, 
 
 Like huge umbrella spread, 
 I could discern what seemed to be 
 
 A giant mushroom's head. 
 
 II 
 Now fungi, as we all well know. 
 
 By fairies oft are haunted, 
 And hoping still to find it so, 
 
 I towards it strode undaunted. 
 
 12 
 Thinks I, of mushrooms this must be 
 
 The king, and hence, I guess, 
 Of fairies all I soon shall see 
 
 The queen, and nothing less. 
 
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 13 
 Approaching near, and nearer still, 
 
 To this botanic wonder, 
 Conceive the gratifying thrill 
 
 I felt, when, peeping under, 
 
 14 
 I saw disclosed, in beauty clad, 
 
 The loveliest of faces ; 
 Oh ! 'twas enough to drive me mad. 
 
 That paragon of graces ! 
 
 15 
 I stood awhile like one amazed 
 
 Or in mesmeric trance. 
 And still in rapture's spell I gazed. 
 
 Nor farther could advance. 
 
 16 
 Till suddenly there stole a smile 
 
 O'er her mellifluous mouth ; 
 Oh ! 'twas worth travelling many a mile 
 
 To see, from North to South ! 
 
 17 
 And, turning up her lustrous eyes. 
 She gave me such a look 
 
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 As even poet's brain defies 
 To tell of in a book. 
 
 i8 
 Encouraged thus to feel at ease, 
 
 I gently took her hand, 
 And soon I felt its kindly squeeze 
 
 Restore my self-command. 
 
 >9 
 I spied a volume in her lap, 
 
 And timidly inquired 
 The name of the thrice-lucky chap 
 
 Whose verse her feelings fired. 
 
 20 
 
 It proved to be a German bard, 
 Whose name I could not utter ; 
 
 At least to do so would be hard 
 Without a deal of splutter. 
 
 21 
 
 I asked her favourite work in prose ; 
 
 And (could I be mistaken ?) 
 Cocking aloft her pretty nose, 
 
 She promptly answered, " BACON." 
 
Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 22 
 
 At that great name I felt my head 
 Grow numb as pickled salmon ; 
 
 And scarcely knowing what I said, 
 Exclaimed abruptly, " Gammon ! " 
 
 23 
 She shrieked ! I fainted on the spot, 
 
 And lay like one quite dead ; 
 Coming to life, I found her not — 
 
 My Fairy Queen had fled ! 
 
 24 
 But on the sacred spot of ground 
 
 Where she so lately sat. 
 The Mushroom there transformed I found 
 
 Into a monster Hat ! 
 
 25 
 Months glided on, I scarce knew how ; 
 
 One object filled my brain — 
 That Heaven would kindly me allow 
 
 To see her once again. 
 
 26 
 Last week, a little before dark, 
 When daylight downward dips. 
 
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 I caught a brief glimpse in the Park 
 Of those loved eyes and lips. 
 
 27 
 I rushed on madly through the crowd, 
 
 Who tried my coat to grab, 
 I shouted out in accents loud ; 
 
 She — vanished in a cab ! 
 
 28 
 Still it was joy to feel her nigh, 
 
 To breathe the same sweet air ; 
 And I acknowledged with a sigh 
 
 That Heaven had heard my prayer. 
 
 29 
 Once more we met : in virgin white 
 
 She seemed arrayed for cloister ; 
 But oh ! the horror of the sight ! 
 
 She clutched a huge fat oyster ! 
 
 30 
 Her eyes, dilating, beamed with bliss, 
 
 Her jaws she opened wide, 
 And down the fathomless abyss 
 
 I saw the monster glide. 
 
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 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 31 
 
 What happened next I cannot tell ; 
 
 A film came o'er each eye ; 
 Vision of Fairy-land, farewell ! 
 
 Alas ! it 's all a lie ! 
 
up in the Clouds. 
 
 (A Valentine.) 
 
 I DREAMT — alas ! 'twas but a dream — 
 
 I was in a balloon, 
 Which in its upward course did seem 
 
 To travel towards the moon. 
 
 2 
 
 And in the car along with me 
 Were three angelic creatures, 
 
 Whom I discovered soon to be 
 Perfect in form and features. 
 
 3 
 I thought what sport we would enjoy 
 
 Together in the clouds, 
 Free from the noise and base alloy 
 
 Of vulgar earthly crowds, 
 
 4 
 And as we up and up advanced, 
 
 We now and then peeped down, 
 
86 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 And through our opera glasses glanced 
 Upon Boulogne's fair town. 
 
 S 
 Outside a house in " Rue I'Ecu " 
 
 We spied a female mob 
 Gazing at a good man and true, 
 
 Who seemed to sit and sob. 
 
 6 
 
 I marvelled why so good a man 
 Should thus sit down to cry ; 
 
 And my companions began 
 To look ashamed and sigh. 
 
 7 
 
 Then suddenly I recognised 
 
 Their once familiar faces 
 As those of friends most highly prized — 
 
 My own " three Boulogne graces ! " 
 
 8 
 Forthwith I scribbled a brief note : 
 
 " Dear friend ! don't be alarmed ; 
 The relatives on whom you doat 
 
 Are safe — and won't be harmed. 
 
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 9 
 " They 're only going to the moon 
 
 To get a change of air ; 
 I '11 bring back to you very soon 
 
 Each pretty truant fair ! " 
 
 10 
 I dropped the note, and saw it fall 
 
 Close to his very toes ; 
 Which made him start, and loudly bawl, 
 
 And cock aloft his nose. 
 
 II 
 He raised his hands in great amaze. 
 
 His wife waved hers to him ; 
 Then we got shrouded in a haze, 
 
 And all around grew dim ! 
 
 12 
 So, having nothing else to do, 
 
 Pray deem it not amiss 
 If I confess ('twixt me and you) 
 
 I gave each one — a kiss ! 
 
 13 
 The dear things thought it no more crime 
 Than though I were their brother ; 
 
Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 And then, to while away the time, 
 Each gave to me — another ! 
 
 14 
 So thus, lost in the clouds, we passed 
 
 A very happy hour ; 
 But such joys were too sweet to last. 
 
 Without soon turning sour. 
 
 15 
 
 For lo ! as we drew near the moon, 
 A wandering star rushed out. 
 
 And tore the silk of our balloon, 
 And put as all to rout ! 
 
 16 
 What next befell I cannot say, 
 
 But I awoke in bed, 
 And then found out, to my dismay, 
 
 A bandage round my head. 
 
 17 
 I long to learn how matters fare 
 
 With my companions three, 
 But to my wife I would not dare 
 
 Reveal my little spree ! 
 
A "Farewell" at Pau. 
 
 Maiden ! yon soaring eagle mark ! 
 
 I would that I were he, 
 And you a lively little lark ; 
 
 How happy we might be ! 
 
 z 
 I 'd pounce upon you in the sky 
 
 While practising your hymn, 
 And to some lofty peak I 'd fly, 
 
 To some nook snug and trim. 
 
 3 
 I would not eat you, lovely maid ! 
 
 For that I 'm much too wary ; 
 But I 'd invoke ths timely aid 
 
 Of some kind-hearted fairy ; 
 
go Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 4 
 
 And you should be once more a girl, 
 In dainty gauze decked out, 
 
 And I a youth ; oh ! then we 'd whirl 
 And waltz all round about. 
 
 5 
 We 'd have no need of fife or fiddle 
 
 To tantalise our ears ; 
 Enough for us to solve the riddle, 
 
 The " music of the spheres ! " 
 
 6 
 When tired of dancing, we 'd seek out 
 
 Some cascade's glittering spray. 
 And there we 'd prorrienade about 
 
 Upon the rainbow's ray. 
 
 7 
 Our fare should be roast butterfly, 
 
 Served up with " Sauce of kisses ; '' 
 And, as we sat at meals we 'd cry, 
 
 " Oh ! this most perfect bliss is ! " 
 
 8 
 Alas ! can this be all a dream .'' 
 And are we still at Pau .'' 
 
A "■ Farewell" at Pau. 91 
 
 And do I hear the engine's scream ? 
 And are you going to go ? 
 
 9 
 
 Stern is the fact, I fear, and true ; 
 
 My vision 's at an end ! 
 Then take, dear maid ! this fond adieu 
 
 From your lamenting friend. 
 
 10 
 Henceforth the lark's note in the sky 
 
 Will seem to sing of thee ; 
 Say, when Jove's soaring bird you spy, 
 
 Will you too think of me ? 
 
An Early Visitor. 
 
 {Writteyi in reply to a Valentine.) 
 
 This mom, on waking from my nap, 
 I heard a little gentle tap 
 
 At my room door ; 
 A pretty boy with curly head 
 Peeped in and tossed upon my bed 
 
 A note he bore. 
 
 2 
 
 He had a bow with silver strings, 
 And wore a pair of tiny wings, 
 
 Also a quiver ; 
 But deuce a garment did he wear, 
 And the sight of his body bare 
 
 Quite made one shiver. 
 
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 3 
 But while the note perusing, lo ! 
 I suddenly felt in a glow, 
 
 And through my heart 
 There darted an electric thrill ; 
 And I experience a pain still 
 
 Just in that part ! 
 
 4 
 I looked, and lo ! that naughty boy 
 Stood there, no longer meek and coy, 
 
 But in his hand 
 He poised his bow, and aimed an arrow 
 Right at my heart's most vital marrow, 
 
 Smiling quite bland. 
 
 5 
 I bounced from bed ; he turned his back ; 
 I gave it a resounding smack, 
 
 Whereat he started ; 
 His nether Hmbs, too, seemed to wriggle, 
 Then, uttering a joyous giggle, 
 
 Away he darted ! 
 
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 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 Alas ! the urchin was too quick ! 
 His shaft he had contrived to stick 
 
 In my heart's core. 
 Oh dear ! oh dear ! what shall I do ? 
 Perhaps some kind nymph such as you 
 
 Will heal my sore ! 
 
A Voice from " Les Eaux Bonnes" 
 in the Pyrenees. 
 
 I 
 
 Untiringly upon yon peaks I gaze, 
 Whose snow-clad summits pierce the calm blue 
 sky, 
 Sheltered the while from glowing noonday blaze 
 'Neath some grand rock, with cool stream dash- 
 ing by. 
 
 2 
 
 Yon virgin snow, on azure bed reposing, 
 Tells us of heaven's own purity and truth. 
 
 Each passing moment some new phase disclosing 
 Of glorified and everlasting youth. 
 
 3 
 In what stern contrast frowns the bold bare mass 
 
 Of dizzy steep ! making us pigmies wonder 
 
 How such catastrophe could come to pass 
 
 When this old Earth was rudely rent asunder ; 
 
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 4 
 
 While at its base swells many a verdant slope, 
 Arrayed in varied garb of smiling green, 
 
 Encouraging each drooping heart to hope, 
 
 And 'mid life's shocks maintain a front serene. 
 
 5 
 Here, hemmed in by huge rocky mountain piles, 
 
 Like Venus in old Vulcan's rough embraces, 
 " Eaux Bonnes" each welcome traveller beguiles — 
 
 Justly esteemed a paradise of places. 
 
 6 
 Methinks no Paris milliner can vie 
 
 With old Dame NATURE — in form, colour, taste, 
 She beats them all ! Let then Eve's daughters try 
 
 Her skill, nor so much wealth on rubbish waste ! 
 
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A Sowvenir of Venice. 
 
 " I stood at Venice" — [here I quote Lord Byron] — 
 Upon an ancient bridge of goodly size, 
 And viewed tlierefrom the structures that environ 
 The Grand Canal, and fascinate the eyes 
 Of strangers, taking lazy exercise 
 In gondolas, reclining quite at ease ; 
 Their minds, meanwhile, striving to realise 
 The amphibious lives of those lords of the seas, 
 Whose relics still possess such wondrous power to 
 please. 
 
 2 
 
 They must have been grand fellows in their way, 
 Those grim old Doges — sworn foes of all Turks 
 And heretics ; oft exercising ruthless sway, 
 And somewhat overprompt to use their dirks ; 
 
98 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 But lavish patrons of Art's glorious works, 
 Which still survive for us — their sole bequest — 
 Amid the scenes v/here Titian's spirit lurks : 
 In their huge marble tombs long may they rest 
 In undisturbed repose — their memory not unblest ! 
 
 3 
 For poets, like myself, painters, and all 
 Who wander here and there in search of beauty, 
 Venice is still a Venus, to enthral 
 The senses, and entice from sterner duty 
 Awaiting us in London's region sooty. 
 Oh ! I could sit enthralled for hours, and gaze 
 On yon superb pile styled " Delia Salute," 
 Or watching Dame Fortuna's * fickle ways, 
 As she with outstretched skirt each varying breeze 
 betrays. 
 
 4 
 But would you view the scene in all its glory, 
 Forget not, on some clear and sunny day, 
 To mount the tower of " Giorgio Maggiore," 
 And see below you spread, in bright array, 
 
 * The weather-vane on the Dogana tower is a figure of " Fortuna " 
 spreading out a very flimsy garment to catch the breeze. 
 
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 Each isle and inlet of the beauteous bay ; 
 
 And, in the midst, Old Ocean's quondam Bride, 
 
 With her attendant nymphs, almost as gay. 
 
 To outward seeming, as when, in her pride 
 
 She reigned a mighty queen, and every foe defied ! 
 
 5 
 I might perhaps have said more in her praise 
 But for this morning's unexpected blow ; 
 When, gazing forth for the sun's genial rays, 
 I saw instead — a storm of pelting snow ! * 
 In Venice a most rare event, I trow ; 
 But it has struck a chill into my heart, 
 And frozen up my poem's fervid flow. 
 Venice ! farewell ! — All lovely as thou art. 
 Oh ! that in such cold guise our lot should be to 
 part ! 
 
 * This refers to a snowstorm of extraordinary severity which 
 occurred in October 1869. 
 
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Monte Rosa, from Macugnaga. 
 
 [Macugnaga is one of the loveliest spots in the Alps, at the foot of 
 Monte Rosa, on the Italian side.] 
 
 Queen of the Alps ! thy battlemented crest* 
 Like a huge hydra rears its many heads, 
 Defiant as a fortress ; — thy long rest 
 Through countless ages, 'mid pure snowy beds, 
 Was undisturbed by prying gaze of man ; 
 Or if defiled by his presumptuous tread, 
 Thy vengeance swift destroyed his daring plan, 
 Pouring dread avalanches o'er his head, 
 Sweeping him from thee like a noxious thing ! 
 But now, man's turn of triumph has begun ; 
 No longer need he yield to queen or king, 
 And royalty, e'en here, its race has run. 
 But beauty such as thine shall ever reign 
 Within our hearts, nor be unveiled in vain ! 
 
 * The Rev. S. W. King, in his " Italian Valleys of the Pennine 
 Alps," says regarding Monte Rosa, " The many summits may be 
 compared to the battlements of an immense bastion of snow alps." 
 

Vaucluse. 
 
 (An Acrostic Sonnet, composed in Petrarch's Garden. ) 
 
 [Vaucluse is about sixteen miles from Avignon, and was the favourite 
 abode of Petrarch.] 
 
 ^P II.GRIMS of love, we sought this famed retreat, 
 E ager to taste its consecrated flood, 
 T hat saw so oft Petrarch his Laura greet ; 
 R eflecting both, as on its brink they stood 
 Admiring nature much, each other most; 
 R ecounting o'er and o'er affection's tale ; 
 C reating their own world in this sweet vale, [boast ! 
 \A t once the poet's theme and true love's endless 
 
 E mpires and centuries have passed away, 
 
 /L eaving behind them wrecks of human madness ; 
 I A nd still, with feehngs fresh as flowers of May, 
 U nto this Poet's haunt we hie with gladness, 
 I R eciting his fond verse, his faults forgiving, 
 \A s best incentive to all faithful lovers living ! 
 
Ascent of the Rigi. 
 
 [Having read in "Murray" that a book was kept in the Rigi, 
 wherein travellers were invited to record their feelings in verse, 
 these lines were composed with that object ; but I found the 
 book had disappeared soon after the establishment of railways 
 in Switzerland.] 
 
 I 
 
 Friends, Britons, countrymen ! I don't pretend 
 To be a poet born ; but 'tis tlie duty 
 
 Of all men who this mountain top ascend 
 To celebrate in verse its varied beauty ; 
 
 So, not to be behindhand in my zeal, 
 
 I seize my pen to utter all I feel. 
 
 2 
 
 And to begin ; let me at once declare 
 My satisfaction to have reached the top, 
 
 Along those nine miles of continuous stair, 
 
 That seemed as though it never meant to stop ; 
 
 But since to climb the Rigi is the fashion, 
 
 It 's no use putting one's self in a passion. 
 
A scent of the Rigi. 103 
 
 3 
 Thank heaven ! the deed is done ; and here I stand, 
 
 Surveying, like a map, the world below ; 
 Yon giant Alps uplift their summits grand. 
 
 Poking sharp snouts from beds of dazzling snow ; 
 Below, a perfect maze of lakes and valleys — 
 All which with " Murray's Handbook" truly taUies. 
 
 4 
 In fact, therein you '11 find, completely booked, 
 
 The fullest details of the Rigi tale ; 
 All that e'en poet's brain has ever cooked ; 
 
 To rival which my own poor powers might fail ; 
 Therefore, to save my readers from the worry, 
 I '11 wind up by referring them to " Murray." 
 
A Perilous Ascent of the Ortler-Spitz. 
 
 {Dedicated to the Alpine Clu!>.) 
 
 [Having perused in the Hotel book at Trafoi, on Mount Stelvio, 
 sundry magniloquent descriptions, by members of the Alpine 
 Club, of their wonderful ascents of the " Ortler-Spitz," I felt 
 an irresistible ambition to surpass them all, and the following 
 remarkable results rewarded my efforts.] 
 
 Having read all the records in the book, 
 And swallowed all the choice viands of the cook, 
 I smoked a pipe, and felt forthwith inspired 
 To climb the " Ortler." Meanwhile, being tired, 
 I went to bed, resolved to rise at three 
 And start, without a guide, upon this spree. 
 
 Somehow, my sleep was troubled ; visions drear 
 Of grim old DOLOMITES, with shapes most queer. 
 Like ghostly giants hovered round the room, 
 And seemed to beckon me to share their doom : 
 
A Perilous Ascent of the Ortler-Spitz. 105 
 
 My wife declared I snored ! I don't believe her ; 
 For, was not woman ever man's deceiver ? 
 
 At three precisely from repose I started. 
 And on my glorious heavenward course departed ; 
 Stowing some bread and brandy in my pocket, 
 Off I rushed upward like a signal rocket ; 
 Nor once Idoked back, nor pretext found to stop. 
 Until I reached the very tipmost top ! 
 Glaciers and precipices all in vain 
 Opposed my path ; nought could my feet detain ; 
 Not Beelzebub himself could my mad march 
 restrain ! 
 
 Hurrah ! at last on Ortler's snow-capped pate 
 I stood alone ! My happiness was great ! 
 Balanced on tiptoe to enjoy the view, 
 I crowed in triumph — " Cock-a-doodle-doo ! " 
 Alas ! just then my foot slipped in the snow ; 
 Headlong I fell down the abyss below ! 
 My senses fled ! . . . . 
 
 Crash ! . 
 
 Waking, lo I I found 
 My poor old carcass sprawling on the ground ; 
 
io6 Lays of Wonder- land. 
 
 And peering round through the dim morning gloom, 
 Methought I recognised the inn's small room ; 
 While, judging from the bruises on my head, 
 'Twould seem that I had — tumbled out of bed ! 
 
 Still, to all honest minds endowed with reason. 
 Mine must be deemed tlie ascent of the season ! 
 
Ober-Ammergau. 
 
 {September \'iT I.) 
 
 Bound by ancestral solemn vows 
 
 Peculiar to the place, 
 Kind Heav'n this rustic folk endows 
 
 With every needful grace. 
 
 'Mid Alpine wilds remote they dwell, 
 Far from the world's highways, 
 
 Summoned each morning by church bell 
 To sing their Maker's praise. 
 
 'Tis their high privilege and glory 
 
 Christ's sufferings to relate. 
 And re-enact that wondrous story 
 
 Whereon depends our fate, 
 
 'Tis theirs, in this degenerate age, 
 
 Of scoffing unbelief. 
 To illustrate each holy page 
 
 That tells our Saviour's grief; 
 
io8 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 By living pictures to recall 
 His love and lingering death, 
 
 When, to redeem us from our fall, 
 He yielded up his breath. 
 
 This wayward world has heard once more 
 God's word from peasant's mouth ; 
 
 Crowds gathered round the cottage door 
 From north, east, west, and south. 
 
 Tourists by thousands rushed to gaze 
 
 And coldly criticise, 
 But few, alas ! will mend their ways 
 
 Or the great lesson prize. 
 
 Yet may these simple preachers long 
 Persist, on this world's stage. 
 
 To teach mankind by play and song 
 Christ's love from age to age ! 
 
Farewell Acrostic to Ober-Ammergau. 
 
 {September 187 1.) 
 
 10 BLEST retreat for faith, heartfelt and sound ! 
 B anished from courts and cities, in this vale 
 E mbosomed, Christian piety hath found 
 R efuge in souls where no dark doubts assail. 
 
 'A mid these mountains shines a Beacon* bright, 
 M aking the sceptic's flickering torch obscure ! 
 M ultitudes throng to hail its heavenly light ; 
 E arth hears once more God's wisdom from the poor. 
 R eceive the thanks of one who hath been taught 
 G reat truths that oft lie hidden from the wise ; 
 A dieu ! all ye who have such marvel wrought, 
 ,U ntil the last loud trump shall bid us rise ! 
 
 * The point of this lay partly in the fact that a beacon-light was 
 kindled every night, during the performance of the Passion Play, 
 on the lofty mountain crag which overhangs the village. 
 
The Old Stones of Rome. 
 
 {A Lent Lecture, written at Rojne.) 
 
 What apter text for lecture can be found 
 Than that which meets us here while gazing round ! 
 What hidden stores of eloquence and learning 
 Do Rome's old stones divulge to minds discerning ! 
 What wondrous echoes from far distant ages 
 Haunt her abodes of senators and sages ; 
 Telling how great states rose, declined, and crum- 
 bled ; 
 How heroes were made gods, and tyrants humbled ! 
 Kingdoms, republics, empires, — each in turn 
 Fulfilling their own times ; till all should learn 
 Man's insignificance, — Jehovah's might, — 
 And lean on His strong arm who guards the right. 
 
 Here, amid desolation more profound 
 
 By contrast with the living world around, 
 
 Majestic still, in ruined glory, lies 
 
 That once proud mistress of earth's destinies, 
 
 The city of the Caesars ! — Here we trace 
 
 The classic haunts of those whose memories grace 
 
The Old Stones of Rome. 1 1 1 
 
 Immortal history ; — men whose magic names 
 Shine through all time ; giants whose grandeur 
 
 shames 
 Us modern pigmies ; so that we still mount 
 For inspiration to the parent fount 
 Whenc'e Wisdom first, with Freedom in its wake, 
 Gushed forth, the bounds of ignorance to break ; 
 And in the dark depths of whose classic stream 
 We still may dive for many a wholesome theme 
 Wherewith to dose our colleges and schools, 
 Spiced- well with rods to lash the backs of fools. 
 
 Here, too, great Csesar triumphed ! — Noblest he 
 Of Roman nobles ; whose high destiny 
 It was 'to clear the way for gospel light, 
 Through boundless regions of barbaric night ; 
 Bequeathing the world's empire at his fall, 
 That all mankind might hear Messiah's call ! 
 Thus, not in vain, fulfilling Heaven's behest. 
 Did Rome's dominion spread from East to West, 
 Breaking down barriers of mind and race. 
 To usher in a reign of Christian grace. 
 
 Yes ; — here at Rome, where Jove in glory reigned. 
 The Christian Cross its earliest triumphs gained ; 
 
1 1 2 Lays of Wonder-land. 
 
 Though scorned by Pagans, and baptized in blood, 
 
 The faith, once planted, took deep root, and stood 
 
 Firm amid persecution's fiercest storms, 
 
 When countless gazers marked the bleeding forms 
 
 Of martyrs on yon Coliseum's stage, 
 
 Nor spared the feebleness of sex or age ; — 
 
 Crouching in catacombs, the faith still spread. 
 
 Gaining fresh life 'mid galleries of dead ; 
 
 Till, struggling through three centuries of night, 
 
 Christ's banner waved on the Tarpeian height ; 
 
 Rome's Emperor reared the Cross — and all was light ! 
 
 Henceforth the Church's onward course we trace 
 Enfolding Europe in her wide embrace ; 
 Princes and people learning to obey. 
 Alike submissive to her priestly sway. 
 Firm as a rock exposed to ocean's rage, 
 She saw the world progress from age to age ; 
 Saw Error strive in vain to vanquish Truth, 
 Fresh in the vigour of perpetual youth ; 
 Saw armies marshalled at her very gate, 
 Yet quailed not, — rendering only love for hate ; 
 Believing that Christ's promise could not fail, 
 "Against my Church no foe shall e'er prevail ! " 
 
PART III. 
 
 LAYS OF HOME-LAND. 
 
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To Woman. 
 
 {For a Lady's Album.) 
 
 I 
 
 Source of our dearest joys in life ! 
 Maid, mother, sister, friend, or wife, — 
 
 Woman ! be thou my theme ! 
 From man's first state ordained to be 
 Arbitress of his destiny — 
 
 Bright angel of his dream ! 
 
 2 
 
 Since erst I drew my infant breath 
 
 I Ve loved thee, and will love till death 
 
 Shall sever the communion ; 
 And still I '11 hope, when this poor clay 
 Shall crumble, in glad realms of day 
 
 To recommence the union ! 
 
1 16 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 3 
 Through every shifting scene of life, 
 'Mid ocean's roar and battle strife, 
 
 My guardian wast thou ever ! 
 In time of peril, sickness, need. 
 How oft thy prayer did intercede 
 
 To save me, — failing never ! 
 
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 Oh ! while this vital spark shall linger, 
 Still may thy faithful warning finger 
 
 Point out the path of duty ! 
 May thy dear arm support my head 
 In death's last anguish ; — thine eye shed 
 The last fond tear beside my bed ; 
 
 Then — farewell Love and Beauty! 
 
A Christmas Carol. 
 
 ( On seeing the Morning Star shining brilliantly on 
 Cliristmas Morn.) 
 
 How glorious in the eastern sky 
 
 Glows yon lone star ! like God's own eye 
 
 O'er dark earth smiling ; 
 As when, on this auspicious morn, 
 Angels announced a Saviour born, 
 
 Heaven reconciling ! 
 
 For then, as now, a bright lone star 
 Was hailed by sages, from afar 
 
 Their footsteps guiding ; 
 Until o'er Bethlehem it hovered, 
 And, to their wondering gaze, discovered 
 
 A Babe abiding ! 
 
1 18 Lays of Home- land. 
 
 3 
 Around that Babe there shone a glory ; 
 While o'er him angels sang the story 
 
 Of God's great love ; 
 Proclaiming " Peace " to Adam's race, 
 For all who to the proffered grace 
 
 Submissive prove. 
 
 4 
 Star of the East ! as now we gaze 
 This morn on thee, oh ! let thy ra)'s 
 
 Our hearts illume 
 With lasting light of joy and peace, 
 That may, when life on earth shall cease, 
 
 Survive the tomb ! 
 
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A New -Year's Greeting. 
 
 {To a Young French Lady on New Year's Eve 1871-72.) 
 
 Dear Jeanne ! the old year wanes; 
 
 'Twas born in sorrow. 
 Amidst a nation's pains, 
 War's woes and bloody stains ; 
 But now, Peace once more reigns ; 
 
 Hail, happier morrow ! 
 
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 Hail to thee, noble France ! 
 
 Thy dark days ended ; 
 Look up with hopeful glance 
 To the new year's advance, 
 No more the sport of chance, 
 
 By Heaven befriended ! 
 
1 20 Lays of Home- land. 
 
 3 
 Hail to thee, maiden sweet ! 
 
 Life's course beginning ; 
 Be it thy lot to meet 
 Friends where'er roam thy feet, 
 Making thy joys complete, 
 
 Fond hearts still winning. 
 
 4 
 But, oh ! keep memory fast 
 
 'Mid all thy pleasure ! 
 Think of those in days past 
 Who, 'mid the tempest blast. 
 When skies were overcast, 
 
 Gave France their leisure ; 
 
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 Striving her wounds to bind 
 
 'Mid war's commotion ; 
 Ne'er to her sorrows blind, 
 Aided by woman kind, 
 Each with true heart and mind 
 
 Worked with devotion ! 
 
A New-Years Greeting. 121 
 
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 May France rest evermore, 
 
 Peace still possessing ! 
 Healed be each angry sore ! 
 Long may she Him adore 
 Who doth to her outpour 
 
 Each truest blessing ! 
 
A Birthday Sonnet. 
 
 {To a Girl on completing her twenty-first year.) 
 
 Thy life's sweet spring is past ! its early flowers, 
 
 Once redolent of hope and joy and love, 
 
 Droop their sad heads, desponding. Time doth 
 
 prove 
 All perishable ; childhood's careless hours 
 Slip by unheeded. Onward still we move 
 From infancy to age, but feel the change 
 Scarce more than trees their growth. Spring's 
 
 genial showers 
 Give place to summer's sun ; each hath its range. 
 Maiden ! tliy summer's first morn on thee smiles ; 
 'Tis time youth's crop should ripen ; ay ! and yield 
 Virtue's choice fruit, unspoilt by vice's wiles. 
 May guardian spirits be thy guide and shield ; 
 Thus shall autumnal glories on thee wait, 
 And winter find thee ready for thy fate ! 
 
A Farewell to " May." 
 
 {Sent to Miss "May" F., on her departure to India.) 
 
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 Pause yet awhile, old Winter drear ! 
 
 Restrain thy rapid flight ; 
 For once, I bid thee Hnger here, 
 Since with thee one must disappear 
 
 Most precious in my sight. 
 
 2 
 
 Not now, alas ! shall smiling spring 
 
 Raise gladness in my heart, 
 Though fresh flowers in its train it bring, 
 And blithesome birds to chirp and sing ; 
 
 For oh ! 'twill bid me part 
 
 3 
 From her! the fairest flower that blows, 
 
 Combining all in one ; — 
 The lily, violet, and rose ; 
 Bearing rich gifts from each, she goes 
 
 To regions of the sun. 
 
124 L ays of Home- land. 
 
 4 
 
 And summer too, though bright and gay, 
 Shall strike my heart with chill ; 
 
 Its smiles will seem but to betray ; 
 
 For what is summer without " May " ? 
 Oh, 'tis but winter still ! 
 
 5 
 Yet one blest flower the earth shall bear 
 
 On many a lonely spot ; 
 The sight of it shall oft soothe care, 
 While from my heart ascends the prayer, 
 
 " Sweet May, Forget-me-not ! " 
 
The Lily of the Vale. 
 
 Fair, modest flower ! whose drooping bells 
 
 Sweetest of scents exhale ; 
 In grove or garden none excels 
 
 The "Lily of the Vale." 
 
 The elfin queen her court doth hold 
 
 Within thy belfry pale, 
 And doth to thee her charms unfold, 
 
 Sweet " Lily of the Vale." 
 
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 There nightly she delights to hear 
 
 Some lover's plaintive tale. 
 Sprinkling with many a dewy tear 
 
 Each " Lily of the Vale." 
 
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 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 Oh ! that her sympathising aid 
 She'd proffer, and prevail, 
 
 To melt the heart of yon dear maid, 
 My " Lily of the Vale ! " 
 
The Countess Canning. 
 
 {A Sonnet in Memoriam. ) 
 
 A NOBLE lady !— Perfect type of all 
 
 That men most love and honour in her sex ; 
 
 Hers not alone the outward grace that decks 
 
 Beauty's fair form our senses to enthral, 
 
 But loveliness of soul, surviving wrecks 
 
 Wherewith Time strews our track. Where duty 
 
 led 
 Thither she followed ; perils that appal 
 Men of strong mould blanched not her cheek with 
 
 dread. 
 India's first Viceroy's wife, she reigned — a queen ! 
 'Mid faction's frowns and dark rebellion's night 
 Her lord's true star, till day returned serene ; 
 Proved woman's worth ; then winged her heaven- 
 ward flight ! 
 
12 8 L ays of Home-land. 
 
 Lo ! where she loved to walk by Hooghly's wave, 
 The grateful Hindoo scatters flowers around her 
 grave ! * 
 
 * She was buried in the Government Park at Barrackpore, where 
 a beautiful monument has been erected to her memory, around 
 which daily offerings of flowers are deposited by native visitors. 
 
On Three Graves in Westminster 
 Abbey. 
 
 {A Sonnet in Memoriam, written in 1863.) 
 
 Canning! — Clyde! — Outram !— Side by side 
 
 they lie 
 Neath the vast vault, 'mid England's mighty dead ; 
 A glorious trio ! — Struggling at the head 
 Of empire and of armies, victory 
 Crowned their joint deeds, by right and valour led 
 Where rude rebellion reared its blood-stained crest 
 Stern justice triumphed, linked with clemency ; 
 The land, no more by anarchy oppressed, 
 Hailed its hew Empress ; old things passed away ; 
 A bright day dawned o'er India's darkened plain ; 
 Subject no more to lucre's sordid sway. 
 Her grateful millions greet us o'er the main. 
 And see, in yon amalgamated dust. 
 An augury of future harmony and trust. 
 
In Me7noria7n. 
 
 On the Burial of Field-Marslial Sir George Pollock, G.C.B., 
 G. C.S.I. , in Westminster Abbey, October i6, 1872. 
 
 Once more the Abbey opens its wide portal ! 
 Another Indian hero claims a grave 
 Beside his compeers ! Through the lofty nave, 
 Sacred to Britain's sons of fame immortal, 
 An aged warrior, borne by comrades brave, 
 Receives the last sad tribute to his worth ; 
 While solemn words of Holy Writ exhort all 
 Wisely to use, like him, life's span on earth. 
 Pollock ! 'twas thine thy country's wound to heal,* 
 Thine to restore the lustre of her arms ; 
 
 * Sir George Pollock reconquered Cabul after the disasters of 
 1S41, and brought back the British captives in safety to India. 
 
In Memoriam. 131 
 
 To teach the foe once more our power to feel, 
 And snatch our captives back to freedom's charms. 
 Farewell, old friend ! chief of a gifted race ; 
 Mourned by the brave and good, we yield thee to 
 God's grace I 
 
On the Death of a New-born Infant. 
 
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 Angelic pledge of wedded love, 
 Yearned for in hope full long ; 
 
 Like a bright vision from above. 
 Where holy cherubs throng, 
 
 Thou cam'st, a messenger of grace, 
 
 With heaven's own glory round thy face. 
 
 2 
 
 How thrilled our hearts when first thy cry 
 
 Greeted our eager ears ! 
 It seemed an echo from the sky 
 
 To calm our fruitless fears, 
 And bade us breathe a parent's blessing 
 Our first-born treasure while possessing. 
 
 3 
 
 Ah ! who can tell the grateful pride 
 
 That filled the mother's breast, 
 When, softly breathing, by her side 
 Her babe was laid to rest } 
 
On the Death of a New-born Infant. 133 
 
 A new light dawned upon her soul, 
 
 Her woman's part at length made whole. 
 
 4 
 But brief, alas ! her new-found joy ; 
 
 For while she calmly slumbered, 
 Death's angel snatched away her boy. 
 
 Its hours of life were numbered ! 
 Its earthly form proved but the portal 
 Through which to pass to bliss immortal I 
 
 5 
 It lives ! a sinless child of grace ; 
 
 Our treasure 's safe in heaven ! 
 It serves the Saviour face to face, 
 
 Free from all earthly leaven : 
 At such blest lot shall we repine ? 
 O God ! it was not ours, but Thine ! 
 
 6 
 Thine, with the host around Thy throne 
 
 To warble forth Thy praise ; 
 Ah ! pity us, left here alone, 
 
 Guide us, through Wisdom's ways, 
 To where loved souls have gone before ; 
 There not to part for evermore ! 
 
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story of a Bird in a Cage, and the 
 Song it Warbled. 
 
 I 
 
 There lived not long ago in Onslow Square 
 A maiden as forlorn as she was fair ; 
 All day disconsolate and dull she sate. 
 Bewailing ever her unwedded state. 
 
 2 
 
 Whene'er the bell a visitor announced, 
 Her fluttering heart within her bosom bounced. 
 Hoping that in each stranger she 'd discover 
 That rare phenomenon — a real lover ! 
 
 3 
 Her father used to scold, and say, " My child ! 
 I never knew a girl like you so wild ; 
 I really must some dame demure provide, 
 Who over you shall prudently preside." 
 
Story of a Bird in a Cage. 135 
 
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 Whereat, alarmed, she 'd cry in coaxing strain, 
 " O dear Papa ! unsay those words again ! 
 Let me but reign quiescent in this house, 
 I promise to be quiet as a mouse ! " 
 
 Song. 
 
 Yes, dear Papa ! I '11 be so prim, 
 
 So dutiful and prudent, 
 Don't get me a duenna grim; 
 
 I '11 toil like any student. 
 
 Sometimes I '11 sing, and sometimes play 
 
 Upon the grand piano ; 
 And I '11 appoint a special day 
 
 To talk Italiano. 
 
 Some happy hours, too, I '11 beguile 
 
 With water-colour brushes ; 
 No gossiper shall gain my smile. 
 
 No booby raise my blushes. 
 
 So, dear Papa ! do let me but 
 
 This once my own point carry, 
 My eyes, henceforth, I '11 try to shut 
 ^ On all men— till I marry. 
 
136 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 But then, Papa ! for my poor sake 
 
 Do quickly try to find 
 Some handsome fellow, who will make 
 
 A husband to my mind. 
 
 I don't want one too thin and long. 
 Nor one too fat and short ; 
 
 But one who sings a jolly song, 
 And can enjoy some sport. 
 
 I 'd like him, too, to have some hair 
 
 Upon his lip and chin ; 
 But whether he be dark or fair 
 
 Don't signify a pin ! 
 
 You recollect that Mr D. 
 
 Who went last year to Rome ; 
 Well, that 's the sort of man for me ; 
 
 I wish he would but come ! 
 
 Then, too, there 's Mr W., 
 Oh ! if he had but popped ! 
 
 I need not then to trouble you ; 
 But off to Ind he 's hopped. 
 
Story of a Bird in a Cage. 1 3 7 
 
 I need not speak of Colonel R., 
 
 Though he 's so kind a friend ; 
 For he 's, you know, too old by far, 
 
 So there 's of him an end ! 
 
 Few other beaux have I to name 
 Who round my path have fluttered ; 
 
 None ever yet has raised a flame, 
 Or word of courtship muttered. 
 
 Thus, dear Papa ! you see I 'm free, 
 
 And of my freedom sick ! 
 So bring a husband home to me. 
 
 And oh. Papa !— be QUICK ! 
 
To 
 
 General Sir A rchdale Wilson, G.C.B., 
 the Conqueror of Delhi. 
 
 {In Acknowledgment of a fine Halmon caught in the Dee.) 
 
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 Hail ! great Sir Archdale ; thy renown 
 P~rom Indus to the pole has flown ; 
 
 From Delhi to the Dee 
 The right man thou, beyond a doubt, 
 To catch a Tartar or a trout, 
 
 By river, lake, or sea ! 
 
 2 
 
 In happy hour thou didst annul 
 The empire of the Great Mogul ; 
 
 The whole world knows the story ; 
 How, undismayed by scorching sun 
 Or countless hosts, was nobly won 
 
 Thy conqueror's wreath of glory ! 
 
To General Sir Archdale Wilson, G.C.B. 139 
 
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 And now, from war's red fields retired, 
 Thy breast, with hero's ardour fired, 
 
 Still pants for victory's prizes ; 
 Triumphant still, with rod and fly 
 Thou may'st be seen with eager eye, 
 
 Where trout or salmon rises. 
 
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 Still undeterred by storm or toil, 
 And ready, too, to share thy spoil. 
 
 Thy friendship 's no mere gammon ; 
 Long may'st thou live to fight and fish, 
 Enjoying every earthly wish ; 
 
 And oh, thanks for the salmon ! 
 
An Acrostic to the Same. 
 
 ( On a similar occasioji. ) 
 
 ''S ALVE ! great captor of big fish ! once more 
 I welcome a fine salmon at my door ; 
 i,R hyming rude thanks from homely Muse's store. 
 
 [K h ! oft, I ween, by side of " Bonnie Dee," 
 R eclining on its bank with rod in hand, 
 C ontemplative, thy spirit, soaring free, 
 
 , H ies to the scenes where Delhi's soldier band 
 D id deeds of might, destined to live in story, 
 A nd crowned their chief with victory's proud bays ; 
 L ong may he live, their monument of glory, 
 
 \E nding in blest tranquillity his days ! 
 
 [Well done, brave fisherman I not all in vain 
 
 I n life's wide waters thou hast cast thy fly ; 
 
 L et Jumna's gory stream attest thy gain, 
 
 S preading the tidings of thy victory 
 
 O nward to immortality's vast ocean! 
 .N ow, dear Sir A. ! accept my heart's devotion ! 
 
Echoes of a London Season. 
 
 The echoes of a London season 
 Furnish for rhyme a fitting reason ; 
 What stirring visions they recall 
 Of rout and opera and ball ! 
 Of flower shows, fancy fairs, flirtations, 
 Exciting blissful palpitations ; 
 Of noonday rides in Rotten Row, 
 Where each belle finds her favourite beau. 
 To follow up his last night's banter 
 With soft confessions — at a canter ! 
 While fond Papa, politely blind, 
 Lags, at a trot, not far behind, 
 Discussing politics and horses, 
 Seasoned with scandal and divorces. 
 
 Yes ! — For a fashionable miss 
 London supplies supremest bliss ; 
 
142 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 She loves a. suffocating squeeze 
 Far better than the seaside breeze ; 
 Prefers the cabman's ceaseless rattle 
 To birds' sweet songs, or bleat of cattle ; 
 A bonnet shop to beds of flowers ; 
 " Howell and James" to Eden's bowers ! 
 
 On Sunday she selects as teacher 
 Some popular sensation preacher ; 
 And deems it dutiful and meet 
 To work choice slippers for his feet, 
 Thus consecrating Sabbath leisure 
 By holy act of pious pleasure. 
 Fit mate for such bewitching belle 
 Is the true fashionable " swell ; " 
 'Twould baffle my descriptive powers 
 To tell how he fills up his hours ; 
 What with cheroots, clubs, calls, Cremorne, 
 He dawdles through the day forlorn, 
 Still voting everything •' a bore," 
 Yet longing still for something more. 
 
 For men who thus their moments trifle, 
 What a rare godsend is the rifle ! 
 
Echoes of a London Season. 143 
 
 Hail ! Wimbledon ! whose tented plain 
 Lies within easy reach by train ; 
 Long be it thine our youth to lure 
 To manly sports and pastimes pure ; 
 To fire their hearts with patriot's flame ; 
 To train their hands to perfect aim ; 
 To qualify them for the fight 
 Against our foes' invading might ; 
 To make them self-reliant, calm, 
 With earnest heart and steady arm ; 
 Staunch sons of Freedom's sacred sod. 
 True to their country and their God ! 
 
Somebody's Eyes. 
 
 There lives a lady in this city 
 More beautiful than wise, 
 
 And, sad to say, although so pretty, 
 She has most wicked eyes. 
 
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 Each unsophisticated beau 
 
 She loves to tantalise, 
 Till he discovers, to his woe, 
 
 The danger of her eyes. 
 
 3 
 
 Poor married men she ogles, too, 
 And to entice them tries ; 
 
 Till soon, alas ! they learn to rue 
 The mischief of her eyes. 
 
Somebody's Eyes. 145 
 
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 My stairs descending, oft unseen, 
 
 I hear her merry cries, 
 
 And catch a glimpse behind the screen 
 
 At those bewitching eyes. 
 
 5 
 All day they haunt me at my work, 
 
 Though I my thoughts disguise ; 
 
 Would that her husband were a Turk ! 
 
 He 'd soon poke out her eyes. 
 
 6 
 But he who owns this frisky fair 
 
 In vain implores and sighs ; 
 
 She laughs at all his anxious care, 
 
 And rolls about her eyes. 
 
 7 
 Now were this pretty tyrant mine. 
 
 Regardless of her cries, 
 
 I 'd bind her fast with silken twine, 
 
 And bung up both her eyes. 
 
 8 
 Nor should she taste of meat or drink, 
 
 Nor from her seat arise. 
 
 Until she vowed no more to wink 
 
 With those most wicked eyes ! 
 
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A Caution for Somebody. 
 
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 You say I'm "jealous;" but I swear 
 Your taunt is most unjust ; 
 
 'T would be dishonour to the fair 
 To show such want of trust. 
 
 2 
 
 Yes, jealousy 's a thing I scor7i ; 
 
 Besides, 'tis out of fashion ; 
 Oh ! better ne'er to have been born 
 
 Than yield to such a passion. 
 
 3 
 The jealous man is on a par 
 
 With murderers, like Othello ; 
 'Tis surely going much too far 
 
 To say I 'm like that fellow ! 
 
A Caution for Somebody. • 147 
 
 4 
 But still, I hate to see you dance 
 
 With that young saucy knave ; 
 
 Next time he makes his bold advance, 
 
 Pray, mind how you behave ! 
 
 S 
 Not that I 'm "jealous," oh! dear, no ! 
 
 But still I cannot bear 
 To see you go on flirting so ; 
 
 So, prythee, ma'am, beware ! 
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 Those dancing puppies are a pest. 
 
 And ladies of propriety 
 Should banish each such dangerous guest 
 
 From their discreet society. 
 
 7 
 Therefore, though I 'm most meek and mild, 
 
 And "jealousy" despise, 
 
 I caution you to be less wild, 
 
 If you 'd preserve your eyes ! 
 
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 It is not "jealousy," but love 
 
 That doth these lines provoke ; 
 
 And should you disobedient prove, 
 
 By Jove ! 'twill be no joke ! 
 
A Valentine. 
 
 From Chang, the Chinese Giant, to a very tall young Lady. 
 
 I 
 
 Stupendous Miss ! thy lofty fame 
 
 Has reached my longing ear, 
 Since from Celestial realms I came 
 In search of one to share my name 
 And be my own true dear. 
 
 2 
 
 From the first moment of my birth 
 
 I Ve heard that English girls 
 Excel all others on the earth 
 For beauty, tenderness, and worth. 
 And wear most lovely curls. 
 
 3 
 So when I grew to man's estate, 
 
 I forthwith crossed the seas. 
 Hoping to find, in maiden state, 
 One tall enough to be my mate, 
 
 And reach my lips with ease- 
 
A Valentine. 149 
 
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 Your height, I hear, is six feet six, 
 
 While seven feet eight 's my measure ; 
 If in the way no hindrance sticks 
 Our wedding-day we soon may fix, 
 
 And take our fill of pleasure. 
 
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 You only need reply " Chin, chin I " 
 
 In Pekin's polished slang, 
 Which means " r'7n thine through thick and thin !' 
 Thenceforth our wedlock will begin, 
 
 And I 'm thine own true Chang. 
 
A Valentine from Bhte-Beard. 
 
 Young woman ! I 'm a handsome man. 
 
 My beard is long and blue ; 
 My figure ladies love to scan, 
 
 My heart is warm and true. 
 
 That heart I offer now to thee ! 
 
 Of course you can't refuse ; 
 A score at least bleed now for me, 
 
 But you alone I choose. 
 
 At the same time, you 'd best bci^'arc^ 
 Nor think with me to trifle ; 
 
 When my blood 's up I 'm apt to swear. 
 And use my sword or rifle ! 
 
 I 've often married been before, 
 As you perhaps have heard ; 
 
 Of pickled heads I 've got a score. 
 My vengeance who incurred. 
 
A Valentine from Blue- Beard. 151 
 
 Not that I would, for worlds, alarm 
 
 My own sweet " Lovey-dovey," 
 Though really, I don't see much harm 
 
 In shooting a whole covey. 
 
 But as for thee, why should you dread ? 
 
 I love you as myself ! 
 Should I, by chance, cut off your head, 
 
 I 'd place it on a shelf. 
 
 And smother it in purest honey 
 
 In token of my sorrow ; 
 And, in respect for matrimony. 
 
 Marry again to-morrow ! 
 
 So, lovely maiden, quick decide ! 
 
 Nor keep me too long waiting ; 
 Come, let me hail thee as my bride ; 
 
 My heart is palpitating. 
 
Valentine for Mr Onslow, 
 
 Governor of the Wandsworth House of Correction. 
 
 On-slow, yet sure, each circling year 
 
 Marches its destined course ; 
 The green leaves come and disappear, 
 Stern Winter bringing up the rear 
 Upon his pale white horse. 
 
 2 
 
 On-slow, and ever slowly on, 
 
 Moves yonder prison clock ; 
 While counting each dull hour that 's gone. 
 Each prisoner in his cell alone 
 
 Curses the crowing cock. 
 
 3 
 
 For what cares he that night has fled, 
 
 Since day brings nought but woe } 
 No sooner is he out of bed 
 Than a mask covers up his head. 
 
 And he must move on-slow I 
 
Valentine for Mr Onslow. 153 
 
 4 
 " On-slow, On-slow," is still the word 
 
 That's uppermost with him ; 
 His cell doth nothingyh:j/ afford, 
 Except the door bolt and the cord 
 
 That binds each culprit's limb. 
 
 5 
 And long may bad men get On-slnv, 
 
 And " fast " men be made fast ! 
 The greatest Governor I know 
 Is he who keeps his subjects so ; 
 At Wandsworth he presides, I trow ; 
 
 Long may his empire last ! 
 
The Summons of Love. 
 
 I 
 
 Summoned by love's sweet call, she flew, 
 
 True faith her woman's heart sustaining ; 
 Old friends fast fading from her view, 
 With hope she turned to regions new, 
 Yet oh ! how tedious in attaining ! 
 
 2 
 
 Afar she saw a beckoning hand 
 
 In her life's dream, and one dear voice 
 
 Seemed to announce, in accents bland, 
 
 A welcome to yon eastern land. 
 
 Bidding her evermore rejoice. 
 
 3 
 But yet, I ween, she struggled sore 
 
 Thus to leave each familiar face 
 And spot embalmed in memory's store, 
 Half the wide world to wander o'er 
 
 E'er she should find a resting-place. 
 
The Summons of Love. 155 
 
 4 
 But harder still to leave behind 
 
 That sacred sod, where oft she wept 
 O'er one, the gentlest of her kind. 
 Scarce twelve sad months to Heav'n resigned, 
 
 For there an SLVi^A-mother slept ! 
 
 5 
 But He whose blessing still attends 
 
 A faithful daughter's fond devotion, 
 Who mercy with affliction blends, 
 And to the mourner comfort sends. 
 
 Guided her safe across the ocean. 
 6 
 Lo ! a hand waves from shore. ' Tis his ! 
 
 Soon to press hers in gladdening grasp ; 
 Thenceforth she feels her own it is, 
 And full once more her cup of bliss 
 
 As to his heart he her doth clasp ! 
 
 7 
 Welcome ! thrice welcome, cousin ! wife ! 
 
 Beloved so long, though gained so late ; 
 No more to part again in life, 
 We '11 brave together this world's strife, 
 
 And love shall ever guard our gate ! 
 
156 
 
 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 A year has passed — and, watchful still, 
 Love at his post unwearied stands ; 
 
 Long may he thus his part fulfil ; 
 
 Nor age nor custom serve to chill 
 
 The flame once lit by Heaven's commands! 
 
To a Young Girl on her Confirmation. 
 
 Behold, attired in robes of bridal white, 
 
 A youthful maiden reverently kneels ; 
 
 Angels look down from blest abodes of light, 
 
 While she, with upward glance, to Heaven appeals, 
 
 The inward struggles of her heart reveals, 
 
 To worldly pomps and follies bids adieu, 
 
 And her baptismal vows doth solemnly renew. 
 
 2 
 
 Bending o'er her fair form with outstretched hands. 
 The mitred priest a blessing doth invoke. 
 That she, obeying ever God's commands 
 Which He to Israel's host from Sinai spoke, 
 May ne'er His mercy slight nor wrath provoke ; 
 Defended by His mighty power and grace. 
 Till privileged in heaven to see Him face to face ! 
 
158 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 3 
 Oh ! who that guileless maiden's face can view 
 And harbour thought profane within his heart ? 
 There all that 's pure and innocent and true 
 Is pictured by fond nature's limning art ; 
 And better far 'twould be from life to part 
 Than utter aught, save words of honest truth, 
 To her who thus to God doth consecrate her youth. 
 
 4 
 Then trust me still, sweet maid ! nor deem me 
 
 dead 
 To pure religion's soul-subduing sway, 
 Though oft, by pleasure or by passion led, 
 I wander far from Wisdom's peaceful way ; 
 And, when for erring mortals you shall pray, 
 Oh ! sometimes cast a kindly look on one 
 Whose path in life hath oft been wearisome and 
 
 lone ! 
 
 <at©<2y€S 
 
On a Lock of Hair. 
 
 And can it be that the fair girlish head 
 Where late this ringlet grew in beauty's pride 
 Now lies unconscious in the grave's cold bed ? 
 But yesterday we hailed her as a bride, 
 Full of young life and hope, her chosen swain be- 
 side! 
 Oh ! could not Death its hand in pity stay, 
 Or 'midst the aged and wretched find its prey ? 
 
 2 
 
 Methinks I see her from the altar moving. 
 Eight ministering maidens in her train ; 
 Whilst friendly voices, faltering and loving. 
 Greet her with blessings from all sides ; — in vain ! 
 Few, few, alas ! shall greet that lovely form again : 
 Not here on earth her destined scene of joy ; 
 But 'mid God's angels, free from sin's alloy ! 
 
i6o Lays of Home-land. 
 
 3 
 She's gone ! and nought left save this lock of hair 
 To tell of all her living charms and grace ! 
 Dear undecaying relic ! fresh and fair 
 As when it still adorned her smiling face ; 
 In this a pledge of immortality we trace : 
 Reanimate in beauty from the tomb, 
 Our " Constance " shall arise in Paradise to bloom ! 
 
A Birthday Sermon. 
 
 Dear MaryI if T rightly judge, you will be 
 
 seventeen 
 About the time this readies you ; an age still young 
 
 and green ; 
 The sweetest stage of maidenhood, when yet the 
 
 heart is pure, 
 Untainted by the follies which betray while they 
 
 allure ; 
 When all within is love and peace, and hope stands 
 
 at the door 
 Expectantly, with outstretched wings, inviting you 
 
 to soar, 
 And scan awhile life's busy scenes, and roam the 
 
 wide wide world, 
 And bask in Pleasure's beams wliere her gay ban- 
 ner waves unfurled ; 
 
1 6 2 L ays of Home-land. 
 
 And all seems good and glorious, as when the 
 
 earth was young, 
 Ere yet the Serpent had beguiled the woman with 
 
 his tongue. 
 And now,, as then, before thee stand two trees from 
 
 which to choose : 
 Behold ! my child, the tree of life, which thou 
 
 mayest freely use ; 
 'Twas planted for thee by God's Son ; 'twas watered 
 
 with his blood ; 
 And, if thou wouldst to bliss attain, be this thy 
 
 daily food. 
 That other tree is also there, whose fruit is still for- 
 bidden ; 
 More fair and tempting to the eye, but inwardly lies 
 
 hidden 
 That deadly poison known as SiN — oh ! fear of it 
 
 to taste ! 
 Oh ! harbour not so foul a fiend within thy bosom 
 
 chaste ! 
 So shall thy path through life be safe, though storms 
 
 may rage around ; 
 So shall thy soul, when life is past, in God's own 
 
 fold be found. 
 
A Birthday Sermon. 163 
 
 And now, farewell, dear girl ! be thine to choose 
 
 the better part ; 
 To shun what God forbids, and yield to Him thy 
 
 youthful heart ; 
 To take the fruit He offers thee, though less sweet 
 
 it may seem 
 Than that which grows in Guilt's parterre beside 
 
 her poisonous stream. 
 Blest be thy future lot in life, cloudless thy calm career. 
 Whether in maiden's bower to bide, or bound by 
 
 ties more dear! 
 And still a cherished corner keep within thy 
 
 woman's breast 
 For him whose home* is in the East, whose heart is 
 
 in the West : 
 Who daily bids the sun's beams kiss thy lips ere he 
 
 decline, 
 And bring, with morn's returning rays, a token too 
 
 from thine : 
 Whose love, like electricity, doth round the earth 
 
 extend ; 
 Whose pen once more records " Farewell ! " — thy 
 
 father and thy friend. 
 
 * This was written from India to a girl in England. 
 
On a Marriage in Westjninster Abbey. 
 
 {Wednesday, July 14, 1869.) 
 
 I 
 
 Behold ! in wedding garb arrayed, 
 A noble youth and lovely maid, 
 
 Earth's choicest gifts possessing, 
 Before the sacred altar stand. 
 Hand reverently joined in hand, 
 
 To seek the Church's blessing. 
 
 Behind them grouped, in virgin gear, 
 Nine young attendant nymphs appear, 
 
 Bright gems of British beauty ! 
 Whilst the vast sympathising throng 
 Responsive join in choral song. 
 
 To aid love's crowning duty. 
 
On a Marriage in Westminster Abbey. 165 
 
 3 
 There too, obeying friendship's call. 
 Are seen the noblest pair of all • 
 
 In England's empire ample ; 
 Happy themselves in mutual love, 
 Long in sweet wedlock may they prove 
 
 A bright and blest example ! 
 
 4 
 And hark 1 a voice as soft as honey f 
 
 Utters the spell of matrimony \ 
 
 Insidiously stealing 
 Into lone hearts, it stirs to life 
 Fond longings for a loving wife, 
 
 To home-born joys appealing. 
 
 5 
 Those venerable aisles, I ween. 
 
 Have witnessed many a wondrous scene 
 
 In history's page recorded ; 
 Yet none more notably than this 
 Exemplifying human bliss 
 
 Have ages past afforded. 
 
 * The Prince and Princess of "Wales honoured the ceremony with 
 their royal presence, 
 t Bishop Wilberforce performed the service. 
 
1 66 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 6 
 The irrevocable words are spoken ! 
 The bride's hand wears the golden token ! 
 
 Two hearts now blend in one ! 
 None shall that holy bond dissever, 
 Destined, we trust, to last for ever, 
 
 Thus hopefully begun ! 
 
To an Elderly Lady. 
 
 ON MY DEPARTURE FOR EGYPT. 
 
 Brmdisi, Dec. ist, 1872. 
 
 I 
 
 Dear lady !— (may I call you " dear " ?)— 
 
 Since that sad day in Welchpool town, 
 When to your window you drew near 
 And seemed to drop a farewell tear, 
 
 My heart has been with grief bowed down ! 
 
 2 
 
 Silent since then I 've borne that sore ; 
 
 But now, from Europe's strand departing, 
 Bound for drear Afric's desert shore, 
 I send to her whom I adore 
 
 These lines from Brindisi ere starting. 
 
 3 
 
 Farewell ! but ever of thee thinking, 
 
 Waking or dreaming ; whether floating 
 
1 68 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 O'er ocean's depths, or in them sinking, 
 ObUvion's waters never drinking ; 
 
 In life, in death, on thee I 'm doting ! 
 
 4 
 Or when,, from top of pyramid, 
 
 I see old Nile beneath me flowing, 
 Below whose golden sands lie hid 
 Secrets of which the world 's well rid. 
 
 Still in my heart a flame is glowing ;. 
 
 t 
 And should you covet some last token 
 
 When I become a tongueless dummy. 
 Reminding you of fond words spoken, 
 And loving vows in life ne'er broken. 
 
 Say — would you like a little mummy ? 
 
 6. 
 If so, I '11 ransack when at Cairo, 
 
 At Thebes, and every other place. 
 The tombs of all the race of Pharaoh, 
 Until one fitting I lay bare, oh 1 
 
 May it recall to thee my face ! 
 
To a Pair of Twin Sisters. 
 
 {From Venice, Nov. 1872.) 
 
 Dear Gemini ! — Papa and I 
 
 With all the fire of youth 
 Have had a spree from sea to sea, 
 
 Yea, right from North to South ! 
 At Paris first he on us burst 
 
 Just like a clap of thunder ; 
 Each from our cup jumped nimbly up 
 
 And greeted him with wonder. 
 For three whole days, filled with amaze, 
 
 We rushed about quite frantic, 
 No shop or church escaped our search 
 
 Amid our walks romantic. 
 At Versailles grand, a Countess bland 
 
 To lunch our party greeted ; 
 Thence to the hall, where statesmen all 
 
 We saw in hundreds seated. 
 Their President, on business bent, 
 
 In vain his bell oft sounded ; 
 
lyo Lays of Home-land. 
 
 The noise and gabble of that queer rabble 
 
 Our senses quite confounded. 
 Of the mad class of Rabagas * 
 
 We saw full many a sample ; 
 Of rulers such we don't think much, 
 
 If these be an example ! 
 Next, off by train, Italia's plain 
 
 We reached in wondrous hurry. 
 Through tunnel dashing without a smashing, 
 
 Or the least bit of flurry. 
 Ere leaving France we caught a glance 
 
 Of light from the sun's quiver, 
 But in Italy, oh ! we found deep snow. 
 
 And felt inclined to shiver. 
 At Turin one day we kept Sunday, 
 
 And rambled through the city ; 
 At all he saw, your dad's wise jaw 
 
 Pronounced it " nice " and " pretty." 
 To Venice fast we came at last, 
 
 That city built in ocean ; 
 In gondolas gay gliding all day, 
 
 The luxury of motion ! 
 
 * Rabagas is the famous hero of the popular comedy so named, 
 wherein the democrats of Paris were held up to ridicule. 
 
To a Pair of Twin Sisters. 1 7 1 
 
 'Mid noble halls we made our calls, 
 
 Where DoGES lived in splendour, 
 Then after dark, in Squab.^ St Mark, 
 
 Ourselves to ease surrender. 
 Alas ! to-morrow, to our sorrow, 
 
 We destined are to part ; 
 To Egypt we, to Naples he, 
 
 So, good-bye, each sweetheart ! 
 
A Red Cross Acrostic. 
 
 [Dedicated to "La Societe Nationale Anglaise de Secours, aux 
 Malades et Blessfe Militaires," as a souvenir of their work 
 in "Les Anciennes Casernes," at Boulogne-sur-Mer, from 
 August 1870 to May 1872. 
 
 1" L OVE ONE ANOTHER t" Such was the command 
 E xpressed by Jesus to His chosen band, 
 S oon to be scattered over every land. 
 
 / A las ! Since then, long centuries have past, 
 N or quite forgotten is that farewell voice! [blast 
 C hrist's faith has spread afar ; but War's dread 
 I s heard too oft ! — Not yet may Earth rejoice 
 E mancipated from her bonds of evil ; 
 N ot yet is chained her ancient foe — the Devil ; 
 N or has her prophesied " Millennium " come ; 
 E xcited millions march to beat of drum ; 
 S till — Love's angelic tones are heard amid 
 the hum 1 
 
A Red Cross Acrostic. 173 
 
 1" C HARITY NEVER FAILS ! " — Oh, blessed truth ! 
 A ttested by kind deeds in every age ; 
 S trong in the ardour of eternal youth, 
 E arning fresh triumphs over man's mad rage ! 
 R eceive this tribute from the few staunch friends 
 N ow ceasing their joint labours in thy cause ! 
 E ternal be the PEACE their work which ends ! 
 
 V S oon may LoVE reign on earth, and all obey 
 its laws! 
 
The Tme mid Wonderful History 
 of the Dog Dandy, 
 
 By his own Master. 
 
 This is the veracious history of a veritable Dog. Each Canto de- 
 scribes a distinct epoch of his existence, and every incident is 
 based upon some fact of his canine experience. 
 
 The history of his vi-ife "Flora"' is also embodied. They were 
 Spaniel Setters of thoroughbred parents ; and their joint 
 adventures have been thus appropriately celebrated in purest 
 DOG-REL, by special desire, to accompany a genuine portrait 
 of " Dandy," which was painted by a talented lady artist and 
 admirer for a recent Fine Art Exhibition at Bombay. 
 
 Dandy's military career, like that of other distinguished heroes, 
 such as Wellington and Napoleon, was so closely interwoven 
 with the history of his country, that a few brief introductory 
 memoranda may be necessary for the better understanding of 
 the first Canto, relating to his " Campaign in Oude.'' 
 
 This occurred in 1857-5S, when the Indian Mutiny and its attendant 
 struggles found full occupation for the small handful of British 
 troops available for its suppression. The story opens at that 
 
The Dog Dandy. 175 
 
 most critical period when the two great capitals of Delhi and 
 Lucknow were in possession of formidable hosts of mutineers 
 and insurgents ; when Generals Neil and Havelock were 
 struggling against the ferocious Nana near Cawnpore, and 
 making heroic efforts to reach the Lucknow Residency, where 
 the brave Henry Lawrence, still protected hundreds of English- 
 women and children against a countless multitude of armed 
 besiegers, with the aid of a weak and half-starved garrison 
 of his countrymen; while his brother officer of the Bengal 
 Artillery, Archdale Wilson, held in check several thousands of 
 disciplined sepoys who had concentrated within the walls 
 of Delhi, to stake their lives upon one great struggle for the 
 Empire of India. 
 
 Such was the momentous crisis of affairs, when " Dandy " took 
 the field, and, perhaps, turned the scales in favour of the 
 English. His subsequent adventures scarcely need explana- 
 tion. 
 
 They are now reprinted, by permission, from Routledge's Boy's 
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 HIS CAMPAIGN IN OUDE. 
 
 " Dandy," whose portrait here you see. 
 Was born of purest pedigree, 
 While travelling to Bengal by sea. 
 
176 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 " Flora," his sister, friend, and wife, 
 
 Sprang simultaneously to life, 
 
 Nor once exchanged they words of strife. 
 
 3 
 No sooner in Calcutta landed, 
 Than off to Oude they were commanded. 
 Where foes were mutinously banded. 
 
 4 
 Though early thus to war inured. 
 To crime they never were allured. 
 Nor were their canine lives insured, 
 
 5 
 Ah ! 'twas a fray that tried the mettle 
 Of dogs and men ! — more hard to settle 
 Than contest betwixt Pot and Kettle. 
 
 ft 
 'Gainst fearful odds, 'neath scorching sun, 
 Brave Neil and Havelock fought and won, 
 And yet their task seemed scarce begun. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 177 
 
 7 
 For, still hemmed round by traitor host, 
 Lawrence stood firm at peril's post — 
 Of Indian heroes honoured most ! 
 
 S 
 And still, on Delhi's parching plain, 
 Wilson's staunch warriors strove in vain 
 Yon rebel citadel to gain. 
 
 9 
 But lo ! with Persian laurels crowned, 
 Outram obeys the trumpet's sound, 
 " Aye ready " where most blows abound. 
 
 Havelock — Neil — Outram — blest alliance 
 Wherewith to bid the foe defiance. 
 Nerving all hearts with fresh reliance. 
 
 E'en Dandy wagged his puppy tail, 
 
 Eager the rebels to assail. 
 
 While Flora howled a warlike wail. 
 
 M 
 
1 78 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 12 
 
 Onward ! resistless as a wave 
 
 Our soldiers swept, resolved to save 
 
 Their comrades from a cruel grave: 
 
 «3 
 Backward ! from Cawnpore to Lucknow 
 The foe were driven — to them, I trow. 
 Foretaste of final overthrow. 
 
 14 
 The city reached, warm waxed the fight 
 From street to street, till, welcome sight ! 
 The baffled traitors took, to flight. 
 
 IS 
 Dandy and Flora in the rear. 
 With loud " bow-wows " contrived to clear 
 Their way through foemen venturing near. 
 
 16 
 The gate was neared ! Soon hand grasped 
 
 hand 
 Of each devoted soldier-band ; 
 Some strong men wept — for once unmanned. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 1 79 
 
 .17 
 Still, hampered with some scores of sick, 
 Wounded and wopien scattered thick, 
 'Twas plain that there the force must stick 
 
 18 
 Till reinforcements should arrive ; 
 And Dandy meanwhile must contrive 
 To keep himself and spouse alive. 
 
 Two months in garrison cooped up, 
 With empty dish and cheerless cup. 
 They seldom found whereon to sup ; 
 
 And famished soldiers oft would flurry 
 Their minds, by hinting how much worry 
 'T would save — to cook of them a curry ! 
 
 But though reduced to skin and bone. 
 They still retained their valiant tone, 
 •Nor ever joined in croaker's groan. 
 
1 8 o L ays of Home- land. 
 
 22 
 
 In very nick of time at last 
 Clyde came to terminate their fast, 
 And o'er their gloom a light to cast ! 
 
 23 
 Thus was Lucknow twice sought and saved ; 
 Thus Dandy and his wife both braved 
 The fight ! and gallantly behaved ! 
 
 24 
 Not e'en the Generals who led all, 
 Better deserved the Lucknow medal 
 Than these brave doggies: — Now I've said all 
 
 25 
 That 's known for certain on the matter, 
 Till great guns came Lucknow to batter. 
 By which time Dandy had got fatter ; 
 
 26 
 
 In fact, had grown to dog's estate, 
 With Flora for his fitting mate : — 
 His next adventures I 'II relate. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 1 8 1 
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 
 dandy's married life in bengal. 
 
 27 
 Full six months more of Oude campaign, 
 Marching here, there, and back again. 
 Failed to lay " Dandy " with the slain. 
 
 28 
 Though oft the bullets o'er him flew. 
 Their aim proved happily untrue, 
 Or he'd have ne'er been known to you. 
 
 29 
 Flora passed likewise free from harm 
 Through every danger and alarm, 
 Increasing daily in each charm. 
 
 30 
 At length, when war's rude deeds were done, 
 Laden with laurels fairly won. 
 Dandy and Flora longed for fun. 
 
1 8 2 L ays of Home-land. 
 
 Removed to Ishapore's green glades,* 
 They roamed at large 'mid rural shades, 
 The pets of matrons, men, and maids ; 
 
 32 
 
 Or, romping ever side by side, 
 They plunged in Hoogly's rapid tide. 
 And greedy crocodiles defied. 
 
 33 
 
 But chiefly 'twas their joint delight 
 To chase a duck, till, mad with fright. 
 It quacked, then dived quite out of sight. 
 
 34 
 
 Perplexed, they wildly gazed about. 
 Till ducky's head afar popped out, 
 Then recommenced the race and rout. 
 
 * A beautiful official residence near Calcutta, where Dandy's 
 master filled an important appointment under Government. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 183 
 
 35 
 Like two attendant satellites, 
 They shared with us each day's delights, 
 And guarded our repose by nights. 
 
 36 
 Oh I happiest days of doggish life ! 
 To me with pleasant memories rife, 
 Remote from worldly care and strife. 
 
 37 
 Five tranquil years thus slid along. 
 Like the sweet cadence of a song, 
 When lo ! once more the world's loud throng ! 
 
 38 
 Farewell ! calm shades of Ishapore, 
 Which we have rambled o'er and o'er ! 
 We ne'er, alas ! may see you more ! 
 
 39 
 Yet do you ever present seem — 
 Our never-tiring fireside theme ; 
 Most real once, though now a dream ! 
 
184 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 40 
 Linked with those scenes, what visions rise 
 Of friends whose love we used to prize ; 
 Some gone before us to the skies ! 
 
 41 
 Alas for Flora ! — Dandy's mate — 
 We mourn her cruel tragic fate, 
 Cut off by bullet in her pate. 
 
 42 
 I draw a curtain o'er the reason 
 Assigned for that dark act of treason, — 
 Which happened in the "Dog-day'' season. 
 
 43 
 To India, too, a fond farewell ! 
 Where long it was my lot to dwell, 
 As best the " Army List" can tell. 
 
 44 
 I owe thee much, though doomed to grub 
 In gloom full fifteen years a " sub,'' 
 Like grim Diogenes in tub. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 1 8 5 
 
 45 
 Though oft thy heat half drove me mad, 
 And I felt weary, sick, and sad, 
 Still 'twere unjust to call thee bad. 
 
 46 
 Thou first didst offer a career 
 And goal towards which my youth might steer. 
 Without which life had been more drear. 
 
 47 
 In thee, too, I found all that tends 
 To man's chief happiness, and ends 
 With that best good which Heaven sends. 
 
 48 
 Therefore, to thee my thanks are due, 
 India ! though faded now from view — 
 Long may'st thou find good men and true ! 
 
1 86 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 CANTO THE THIRD. 
 
 DANDY A WIDOWER IN ENGLAND. 
 
 49 
 Behold us, then, returned once more 
 To our own native English shore, 
 Old " Dandy " with us, as of yore. 
 
 50 
 We left him in Bengal behind, 
 But could not reconcile the mind 
 To separation so unkind. 
 
 51 
 So soon he followed in a ship, 
 After we gave him thus the slip. 
 And seemed much better for the trip. 
 
 52 
 The captain and his sailor crew 
 Wept loud while bidding him adieu, 
 Waving their hands till hid from view. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 187 
 
 S3 
 Coaching through London's crowded street, 
 The Prince and Princess * as was meet, 
 Came forth in chaise to gaze and greet. 
 
 54 
 Dandy, with tail in constant motion. 
 Expressed his loyal heart's devotion, 
 Giving of his high breed a notion. 
 
 5S 
 
 Astonished much at all he saw, 
 
 He eloquently waved his paw. 
 
 While loud " bow-wows " employed his jaw. 
 
 56 
 But soon, with love of freedom fired. 
 Of a town pent-up life he tired, 
 And to some country sport aspired. 
 
 * This actually occurred while Dandy was en route from the docks 
 to the west-end of London. 
 
Lays of Home-land. 
 
 57 
 Accepting a friend's invitation, 
 He started from a railway station, 
 And was received with loud ovation. 
 
 58 
 Four lovely human sister graces 
 Rushed to the door with frantic faces, 
 And smothered him with fond embraces. 
 
 59 
 While their four brothers, one in mind, 
 Seized each a paw in struggle kind ; 
 Two pulled before and two behind. 
 
 60 
 Dandy, enraptured with each kiss. 
 Thought, " If there be a bower of bliss 
 For dogs on earth, oh ! it is this I " 
 
 61 ' 
 Right merrily time now flew past ; 
 But soon the sky grew overcast, — 
 Such pleasure was too great to last. 
 

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The Dog Dandy. 189 
 
 62 
 Whether by instinct or by reason, 
 Dandy divined 'twas shooting season, 
 Nor deemed a day's sport could be treason : 
 
 63 
 For he was neither knave nor fool, 
 But had been bred in freedom's school, 
 Where " game-laws " exercise no rule. 
 
 64 
 One day they walked him off to cricket ; 
 But while the boys played " single wicket,'' 
 He cast an eye on yonder thicket ; 
 
 65 
 And, lolling waggishly his tongue, 
 Said to himself, " Now, I '11 be hung 
 If I 'm not soon those trees among ! " 
 
 66 
 No sooner said than done, egad ! 
 Off to the woods he dashed like mad. 
 And after him strode each stout lad. 
 
I go Lays of Home-land. 
 
 67 
 But soon, alas ! his pleasure ended ; 
 For, sniffing where the. pheasants wended, 
 He had been shot unless befriended. 
 
 68 
 Keepers, enraged at loss of game, 
 Dandy a " poaching thief" proclaim. 
 Giving him thus an evil name. 
 
 69 
 So back he hurried straight to town. 
 With his tail drooping sadly down, 
 And on his noble face — a frown 1 
 
 70 
 That night he groaned aloud in sleep ; 
 His thoughts were far beyond the deep 
 Where Flora lay — 'mid mouldering heap. 
 
 71 
 To dissipate his melancholy, 
 He tried a round of London folly ; 
 But vain the effort to be jolly. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 191 
 
 72 
 Though free o'er Rotten Row to range, 
 All seemed insipid, stale, and strange : 
 The doctors recommended change. 
 
 CANTO THE FOURTH. 
 
 DANDY A PILGRIM TO ROME. 
 
 73 
 Having got somewhat tired of home, 
 We started off forthwith to Rome, 
 And visited St Peter's dome. 
 
 74 
 For Dandy, in dejection sunk. 
 And feeling some religious funk, 
 Had half a mind to be a monk ; 
 
 75 
 And inwardly made resolution, 
 That, ere the sun's next revolution. 
 He 'd seek the Church's absolution. 
 
192 L ays of Home-land. 
 
 76 
 
 While passing convents, without fail 
 He vehemently wagged his tail, 
 Showing his wish to take the veil. 
 
 77 
 His widowed heart sighed for poor Flora, 
 So many years her staunch adorer, 
 And oft he prayed Pro nobis ora ! 
 
 78 
 Such was his sanctimonious turn 
 That Latin prayers he tried to learn. 
 Seated in church sedate and stern. 
 
 79 
 And when the priests would lowly boiv, 
 He grumbled forth a smothered uiov.'. 
 An edifying fact, I trow ! 
 
 80 
 Losing him at the Cohseum, 
 Lo ! in the Lateran Museum 
 I found him barking a "Te Deum." 
 
The Dog Dandy. 193 
 
 Where'er we went, he took his place 
 On carriage-box, and thus his face 
 Was known to all the Roman race. 
 
 82 
 
 The Pope deemed him so prepossessing, 
 That once he paused, while men addressing, 
 To give this dog his.special blessing.* 
 
 83 
 
 A famous sculptor, named Benzoni, 
 So loved him that, one day, alone he 
 Modelled in clay his canine crony. 
 
 In fact, were I to mention all 
 That did this wondrous dog befall, 
 Folk might me a " romancer " call. 
 
 * On St Anthony's Day at Rome it is customary to bring animals 
 from the neighbouring " Campagna" for the Pope's blessing. 
 
194 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 Naples and the Pompeian Forum 
 
 He visited with due decorum, 
 
 And saw Vesuvius smoking o'er 'em. 
 
 86 
 Thence to the famous isle of Ischia, 
 Whose wine, though not so strong as whisky, a 
 Dose of it soon made Dandy friskier. 
 
 87 
 By Genoa, Milan, and the lakes 
 His route the homeward traveller takes 
 Ere he Italian land forsakes. 
 
 In Como's water, for a spree, 
 
 He plunged and swam about with glee. 
 
 Right glad to find himself so free. 
 
 89 
 Thence o'er the Alps to bright Lucerne, . 
 He saw each place of note by turn. 
 Ere summer's sun had ceased to burn. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 1 9 5 
 
 90 
 
 To Paris last at length he came, 
 Nor deem him very much to blame 
 If he pronounced it dull and tame ; 
 
 For was it not an insult great, 
 Enough to rouse his lasting hate, 
 To thrust a muzzle o'er his pate ? 
 
 92 
 Nevertheless, he was not blind 
 To those famed charms of form and mind 
 Which are in " Eugenie " combined, 
 
 93 
 And, spite of ignominious gag. 
 Whene'er she passed his tail would mag- 
 Nanimously begin to wag. 
 
 94 
 But her imperial lord with scowl 
 He greeted, muttering a growl, 
 Which culminated in a howl. 
 
196 Lays of Home-land. 
 
 95 
 For be he dog or be he man, 
 
 No freeborn British subject can 
 Submit to foreign tyrant's ban. 
 
 96 
 And Dandy's soul in wrath would revel 
 To find himself put on a level 
 With poodle, pug, and printer's devil ! 
 
 97 
 To Calais having paid his fare, 
 Behold him next in easy-chair 
 Smoking his pipe with lordly air. 
 
 Settled in cozy kitchen nook, 
 He hinted lately to the cook 
 His purpose soon to write a book. 
 
 99 
 Meanwhile this rude sketch I indite, 
 Lest death should dog and master smite. 
 And Dandy be forgotten quite. 
 
DANDY AN AUTHOR. — Page 196. 
 
The Dog Dandy. 197 
 
 'Tis fit, ere ending, I should mention 
 
 Her Majesty's benign intention 
 
 To grant him a " good-service pension ; " 
 
 101 
 
 And therewith on him to bestow 
 
 The post — ne'er held by dog till now — 
 
 Of " Honorary Bow-wow-wow ! " 
 
 Kind friends, farewell ! May you as safely 
 
 steer 
 Your course through life, and work out a career 
 As good as that you find recorded here. 
 
 Dandy's mortal career closed on istli 
 March 1872, in his sixteenth year. His ■ 
 cocked-hat and pipe are carefully preserved 
 until claimed for the Kensington Museum. 
 
PART IV. 
 
 LAYS OF RHINE-LAND. 
 
The Hindoo Maiden. 
 
 {Suggested by a little prose tale in Andersetis "Bilderbuch 
 ohne Bilder") 
 
 I 
 
 Where rolls the Ganges' sacred flood 
 Through forests dense, lo ! from a wood 
 
 Stept a young Hindoo maid ; 
 Slim as a fawn and full of grace, 
 As beautiful as Eve her face, 
 
 In Nature's charms arrayed. 
 
 2 
 
 Her open countenance revealed 
 
 The thoughts her loving heart concealed ; 
 
 Whilst tripping o'er the ground, 
 Her sandalled feet the wild thorns grazed. 
 The startled game rushed out amazed 
 
 From their night haunts around. 
 
202 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 3 
 The moon shone bright ; down to the strand 
 The maiden hastened ; in her hand 
 
 A httle lamp she tended ; 
 Her flushing fingers screened with care 
 The flickering flame from breath of air, 
 
 As towards the stream she wended. 
 
 4 
 The bank she reached ; the turbid flood 
 Rushed past, as though in angry mood ; 
 
 The maid turned pale with fear ! 
 " O holy goddess ! shield for me 
 The flame I now commit to thee ; 
 
 Ah ! save my lover dear ! " 
 
 5 
 Nerved by the prayer, she felt more brave ; 
 She launched her lamp upon the wave ; 
 
 The current seized its prey ! 
 Anxious, she watched the feeble light. 
 Now flaring up — now lost to sight. 
 
 Upon its dubious way. 
 
The Hindoo Maiden. 203 
 
 6 
 Long rooted stood that maiden dark, . 
 Watching that little floating spark 
 
 With soul-absorbing glance, 
 Her lustrous eyes, like bright gems beaming. 
 Through their long silken fringes gleaming, 
 
 As one in waking trance : 
 
 1 
 For, oh ! if yon frail lamp burn bright 
 Until its course be lost to sight. 
 
 Her absent lover lives ; 
 But if by hapless fate extinguished. 
 Then be her fondest hopes relinquished ; 
 
 Gone then each joy life gives. 
 
 8 
 She watched and prayed, with hands fast 
 
 clasped. 
 Till from her sight the lamp had lapsed ; 
 
 A snake slid by unheeded I 
 With joyous heart her eyes she raised 
 And the protecting goddess praised ; 
 
 " He lives ! " — her prayer has speeded. 
 
The Archer. 
 
 (Schiller^ 
 
 Bow and arrow bearing 
 Over hill and dale, 
 
 Lo ! the archer daring 
 Early day doth hail. 
 
 Like the eagle he 
 A true monarch is, 
 
 Ruling regions free, 
 Mountain and abyss. 
 
 Far as arrow sweeps 
 O'er earth, water, air, 
 
 All that flies or creeps 
 Is his booty fair. 
 
" Sleep on, my Heart, in Peace" 
 
 (From the German. — Rudert.) 
 
 Sleep on, my heart, in peace ! 
 Night bids all troubles cease. 
 Distilling dewy showers 
 On drooping lids of flowers. 
 
 Sleep on ! in peace reposing, 
 Earth's latent life is dozing ; 
 The moon doth silent shine 
 Like sentinel divine ! 
 
 Sleep on ! devoid of fear 
 
 Or grief ; for He is near 
 
 Who made these worlds so bright, 
 
 And keeps all hearts in sight. 
 
2o6 Lays of Rhine-lmid. 
 
 Sleep on ! — nor let thy rest 
 By bad dreams be opprest ; 
 In thy faith strongly clad, 
 Hope o'er thee shining glad ! 
 
 Sleep on ! and should thy breath 
 Be snatched away by death 
 'Mid the still hours of night, 
 Wake thou in realms of light ! 
 
Winter. 
 
 {From Krummacher.) 
 
 How calmly dost thou rest. 
 Clad in thy snowy vest, 
 
 Oh 1 thou dear Mother-land ! 
 Where now thy songs of spring 
 From birds of painted wing ? 
 
 And flowery festal band ? 
 
 Unclad thou now dost sleep ; 
 No little lambs or sheep 
 
 Upon thy pastures feeding ; 
 The singing birds are dumb, 
 The bees no longer hum, 
 
 Still, thou art fair exceeding ! 
 
2o8 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 3 
 The twigs and branches shine 
 With glittering lights divine, 
 
 The eye descries a host ! 
 Say, who hath made thy bed ? 
 Thy coveriet who spread ? 
 
 And jewelled robe of frost ? 
 
 4 
 The God who reigns above 
 That wintry garb hath wove, 
 
 He slumbers not nor sleepeth ! 
 Calmly then slumber take 
 Till he shall bid thee wake. 
 
 And new life o'er thee creepeth. 
 
 5 
 Soon shall returning spring 
 Its welcome treasures bring 
 
 And renovated powers ; 
 Where'er its breath shall light. 
 Earth shall again shine bright 
 
 With garlands of gay flowers ! 
 
" The Fall of the Leaf!' 
 
 (An Autumnal Song. — Von Hoffman.^ 
 
 Fast now each branch is losing 
 
 Its leaves from tree and bush ; 
 The sad world seems reposing 
 
 In the grave's silent hush. 
 Ah ! whither have you roved, 
 Ye little birds beloved ? 
 
 But now so blithely singing ! 
 The frost your foe has proved ; 
 
 Far from us you are winging ! 
 
 2 
 
 Each rock and hedge seems drear, 
 
 In melancholy clad ; 
 Longer the nights appear, 
 
 The days more short and sad. 
 
2IO Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 Gone are the songsters now 
 From these dark realms of snow. 
 
 Elsewhere to seek the light ; 
 There once again, I trow, 
 
 They revel in delight. 
 
 3 
 
 And, when like one that weeps. 
 
 Leaves drop from tree and bush, 
 
 And mourning nature sleeps 
 In the grave's silent hush ; 
 
 Shall we too droop and sigh ? 
 
 Ah ! no ; within thee try- 
 Perpetual spring to nourish, 
 
 So shalt thou care defy. 
 
 And joy around thee flourish ! 
 
The Fisherman. 
 
 (From Brsseldt.) 
 
 I 
 
 A FISHERMAN sat all day long beside a little 
 
 brook, 
 But all in vain ! for useless still dangled his empty 
 
 hook; 
 At last it bobs ! lo ! wriggling there a tiny fish he 
 
 sees; 
 Bright golden red it was in hue, and not at all at 
 
 ease. 
 
 2 
 
 " Dear fisherman ! " it thus implores with gentle 
 
 soothing speech, 
 " Restore me this once to the waves, I do of you 
 
 beseech !" 
 
212 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 " O little fish 1 that cannot be ; 'tis useless to 
 
 complain ; 
 It were too great a risk for me to let you go 
 
 again ! " 
 
 3 
 "Yet think, kind sir, how small I am — scarce 
 
 worth your while to cook ; 
 I 'd ne'er be missed ! Ah ! then restore me once 
 
 more to the brook I " 
 " Well ! since thou art so delicate, and of an age 
 
 so tender, 
 I '11 give you now a brief respite, and to the waves 
 
 surrender ; 
 
 4 
 
 " But when thou shalt be large and fat, be not thy 
 
 pledge forgot ! 
 Present thyself again to me here at this very 
 
 spot ! " 
 Right joyful sprang the little fish into the cooling 
 
 flood, 
 And friskily swam to and fro in most ecstatic 
 
 mood ! 
 
The Fisherman. 2 1 3 
 
 5 
 A whole year passed, the fish, grown fat and ready 
 
 for the pot, 
 Himself presented faithfully just at the self-same 
 
 spot ; 
 The fisherman then said, " Since thou has honestly 
 
 behaved, 
 Be thou for ever free ! " so thus the little fish was 
 
 saved ! 
 
The Erl-King. 
 
 (Goethe^ 
 
 Who rides so fast through the darkness and 
 
 storm ? 
 'Tis a father supporting his child's frail form ; 
 He holds the boy well, with strong grasp of arm ; 
 He wraps him securely, he keeps him warm. 
 
 2 
 
 Fatlier. — My son ! why hidest thou thus thy head ? 
 
 Son. — See'st thou not, father ! the Erl-king dread ? 
 
 The dread Erl-king with his crown and train ? 
 
 Father. — My son ! 'tis the wind sweeping over the 
 
 plain. 
 
 3 
 Erl-King. — Thou charming child! come, accom- 
 pany me ; 
 I 'm ready to have some rare sport with thee ; 
 
The Erl-King. 215 
 
 Many bright gay flowers blow on yonder 
 
 shore ; 
 My mother's gown glitters with gold all o'er ! 
 
 4 
 
 Son. — My father! my father! and dost thou not 
 hear 
 What the Erl-king is whispering in my ear ? 
 Father, — Be calm and rest quiet, beloved child ! 
 ' Tis the wind through tJie dry leaves whistling 
 wild! 
 
 S 
 Erl-King. — Say, fairest child ! wilt thou come with 
 me ? 
 My lovely daughters shall wait on thee ; 
 My daughters their nightly vigils keep, 
 And shall dance and sing and lull thee to 
 sleep ! 
 
 6 
 Son. — My father ! my father ! and see'st thou not 
 
 The Erl-king's daughter on yon dark spot ? 
 Father. — My son ! my son ! yes, I see quite clear ; 
 'Tis the old willow-tree looming grey and 
 drear ! 
 
2 1 6 L ays of Rhine-land. 
 
 7 
 Erl-King. — I love thee ! thy fair form doth me 
 allure ; 
 If not willing to come, force must thee secure ! 
 Son. — My father ! my father ! he fastens on me ; 
 The Erl-king has done me an injury ! 
 
 The father shudders and rides on wild ; 
 His arms encircle his sobbing child ; 
 Arrived at his home, with trouble and dread, 
 Lo ! there in his arms the child lay dead ! 
 
Found ! 
 
 {Goethe.') 
 
 One day I sauntered in a wood to gratify my 
 
 bent. 
 Having no special aim at all, nor practical intent. 
 
 Blooming beneath the shade I saw a flower of 
 
 modest size ; 
 It glittered like a little star, and had two pretty 
 
 eyes. 
 
 I wished to break it off the stem, when thus it me 
 
 addressed : 
 " Why pluck me thus, to wither soon .' Ah ! suffer 
 
 me to rest ! " 
 
 I then, with all its tender roots, dug up the plant 
 
 complete. 
 And to my garden carried it, close to my favourite 
 
 seat ; 
 
2l8 
 
 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 There, in a snug and shady spot, I planted it 
 
 anew. 
 Where it expanded day by day, and still more 
 
 lovely grew ! 
 
 KXt 
 

 Barbarossa. 
 
 
 • 
 
 {Ruckert.) 
 
 
 
 
 Old Frederick Barbarossa, styled "The 
 
 Kaiser " in his day, 
 Enchanted underground survives, in castle stowed 
 
 away; 
 
 He did not die- 
 keep, 
 
 Concealed with 
 in sleep. 
 
 -but still contrives himself alive to 
 n those castle walls, sedately posed 
 
 The splendour of his earthly court he thither with 
 
 him bore ; 
 And once again, in his own time, he will resume 
 
 his power. 
 
 Upon a throne of ivory he sits with aspect grand ; 
 And on a marble table leans, with head upon his 
 hand. 
 
2 2 o L ays of Rhine-land. 
 
 His beard is not of flaxen hue, but red as fire it 
 
 glows, 
 Grown through the table whereupon his head he 
 
 doth repose. 
 
 Anon he nods, as in a dream ; his eyes half open 
 
 blink ; 
 And a dwarf page, from time to time, he summons 
 
 with a wink ; 
 
 And in his sleep he cries, " O Dwarf ! outside the 
 
 castle hie. 
 And see if still around the hill the old black ravens 
 
 fly; 
 
 " For if still flying round about the ravens' flock 
 
 appears, 
 Then must I here enchanted sleep another hundred 
 
 years." 
 
 -<:<yi)Xffv>o- 
 
The Old Tobacco-Pipe. 
 
 (A Dialogue. — Pfeffel.) 
 
 Stranger. — Good day, old man ! what hast thou 
 got? 
 A pipe ! with rings of gold, 
 Formed of red clay like flower-pot ! 
 Pray, is it to be sold ? 
 
 Old Man. — Sir ! from this bowl to part were grief ; 
 'Twas won by a brave man 
 In battle from a Turkish chief 
 Of some Belgradian clan. 
 
 Good booty we had there, I trow ! 
 
 Long live the Prince Eugene ! 
 The Turkish ranks were all laid low 
 
 Like grass upon the green ! 
 
222 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 Straiiger. — Enough just now of your grand deeds, 
 Old man ! — and, if you 're wise, 
 You '11 take this gold, whose worth exceeds 
 That of the pipe you prize ! 
 
 Old Man.— I 'm an old soldier, sir ! and live 
 On pittance little worth ; 
 But this good pipe I would not give 
 For all the gold on earth ! 
 
 Listen ! — One day, when 'twas our lot 
 
 To chase the foe with zest, 
 A rascal janissary shot 
 
 Our captain through the breast. 
 
 I took him up on my grey steed, 
 
 (He would have done it too 1) 
 And bore him through the fray with speed 
 
 To a good man and true. 
 
 I nursed him till in death he pressed 
 
 My hand, and to me gave 
 His pipe and all that he possessed ; 
 
 Thus died my hero brave ! 
 
The Old Tobacco-Pipe. 223 
 
 As for his gold, I gave the whole 
 
 To his thrice-plundered host ; 
 But kept, as souvenir, this bowl — 
 
 'Twas what I valued most. 
 
 Thenceforth this relic was to me 
 
 Companion in the field ; 
 Both in defeat and victory 
 
 'Twas in my boot concealed. 
 
 At Prague, amid the battle's gripe, 
 
 A shot my right leg caught ; 
 My first wild thought was for my pipe ; 
 
 My limb to me was naught ! 
 
 Stranger. — Thy tale affects me, e'en to tears ; 
 Who might this hero be .'' 
 My heart his memory reveres, 
 And would bewail with thee. 
 
 Old Man. — As "Valiant Walther" he was 
 known ; 
 
 His home was near yon Rhine. 
 Stranger. — Then, 'twas my father ! and I own 
 
 That self-same spot as mine. 
 
2 24 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 Come, friend ! my house your home shall be ; 
 
 Grim want no longer dread ; 
 Von Walther's wines come drink with me, 
 
 And eat Von Walther's bread ! 
 
 Old Man. — Agreed ! I '11 move when in the sky 
 The morning sun shall shine ; 
 Thou art his heir ! so, when I die, 
 Thy father's pipe be thine ! 
 
The Watchman s Cull. 
 
 iNach Hebel.) 
 
 [It was the custom in many German towns, some fifty years ago, 
 for the watchmen to proclaim each hour of night with some 
 suitable song or sentence.] 
 
 I 
 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 The clock strikes " Ten " upon the bell ! 
 Now, pray and go to bed ; but yet 
 To put the light out don't forget; 
 Soundly repose \ for Heaven doth keep 
 A watchful eye o'er those who sleep ! 
 
 2 
 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 "Eleven" tolls on the clock bell ! 
 To him who still is working hard, 
 To him who sits up playing card. 
 To each and all aloud I cry, 
 'Tis high time you to bed should hie ! 
 
226 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 3 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 'Tis Midnight! "Twelve" tolls on the 
 
 bell! 
 Wherever, in this solemn hour, 
 The heart-sick soul doth grief outpour, 
 God grant his trouble soon may cease. 
 And help him now to sleep in peace ! 
 
 4 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 The clock tolls " One" upon the bell ! 
 Where'er, by Satan led astray, 
 A thief sneaks on his darksome way, — - 
 I hope not ! but if such there be, 
 Let him go home, for God doth see ! 
 
 S 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 The clock strikes " Two " upon the bell ! 
 Whoso, by heavy care opprest. 
 Lies waking, still deprived of rest. 
 With anxious heart : Poor soul I rely 
 On God's word : He '11 thy wants supply ! 
 
The Watchman' s Call. 
 
 227 
 
 Hearken, good folk ! to what I tell ; 
 The clock tolls " Three " upon the bell ! 
 The morning hovers in the sky ; 
 Happy if thou can'st it descry ; 
 Thank God ! and take fresh courage still ; 
 Go, work, and keep thyself from ill ! 
 
The Mmstrel. 
 
 {Goethe.) 
 
 I 
 
 " What sound is that outside I hear ? 
 
 Now o'er the bridge 'tis stealing ! 
 Let the sweet music reach mine ear, 
 
 Within this wide hall pealing ! " 
 Thus speaks the King — the page runs out : 
 A servant comes — the King doth shout, 
 
 " Let the old man appear ! " 
 
 2 
 
 " God greet you well, each noble knight ! 
 
 God greet you, noble dames ! 
 What heavenly stars blaze on my sight ! 
 
 Who knoweth all their names ? 
 This hall, so full of light sublime, 
 Dazzles my eyes ; but "tis no time 
 
 To revel in delight ! " 
 
I 
 
 The Minstrel. 229 
 
 3 
 The minstrel, closing now his sight, 
 
 His lofty lay outpours ! 
 Around the hall stares each bold knight, 
 
 Each dame her fair head lowers ; 
 Moved with the magic sounds, the King 
 Brings forth to him an offering, 
 
 A chain of gold most bright ! 
 
 4 
 " Give not to me this chain of gold ! 
 
 Bestow it on some knight. 
 With daring front the spear to hold, 
 
 And put the foe to flight ; 
 Thy chancellor might aptly bear, 
 Together with his load of care, 
 
 This golden burden bright ! 
 
 5 
 " I sing as sings the bird that soars 
 
 And lodges in the tree ; 
 The song that my own throat outpours 
 
 Is best reward for me ! 
 But, if I covet ought that 's thine. 
 From golden cup the best of wine 
 
 Let my sole payment be ! " 
 
230 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 6 
 'Tis by him placed ; the draught he drains 
 
 " Oh, sweet the cup I lift ! 
 Oh ! blest abode, where minstrel gains 
 
 Such "wine as trifling gift ! 
 If well you fare, of me too think ; 
 Thank God, as I thank you, for drink 
 
 Like this to warm the veins." 
 
The White Stag. 
 
 ( Uhland.) 
 
 Three sportsmen set out with a wonderful start, 
 Intending to chase the famous white hart. 
 They laid themselves down beneath a fir-tree, 
 Where they had a most singular dream, all three. 
 
 First Sportsman. 
 " I dreamt I was beating about the bush. 
 When out rushed a stag with a loud Husk I hush ! " 
 
 Secotid Sportsman. 
 
 " And as from the hounds he made a spring, 
 I fired at his hide with a loud Ping ! ping ! " 
 
 Third Sportsman. 
 
 " And seeing him lie on the earth all torn, 
 I blew a ' tarara ' upon the horn ! '' 
 
 So as they lay talking with all their might, 
 Out rushed the white hart before their sight ; 
 And ere the three hunters could aim a gun. 
 Over hill and dale away he had run ! 
 
 Husk, hush! Ping, ping I Tarara! 
 
The Blind and the Lame. 
 
 (Gellert. ) 
 
 A BLIND man one day chanced to meet 
 
 A lame man hobbling in the street ; 
 
 The former felt right glad to greet 
 
 One who, he hoped, might guide his feet — 
 
 " Guide thee ? " the latter says, " why^ man ! 
 
 Crawl by myself I scarcely can. 
 
 Whilst you can boast a famous pair 
 
 Of shouldere that my weight would bear! 
 
 Resolve at once to carry me. 
 
 And I will guide the way for thee ; 
 
 So shall thy stronger limbs be mine, 
 
 Whilst my clear eyesight shall be thine ! " 
 
 Then with his crutch himself he swung, 
 
 And to the blind man's broad back clung ; 
 
 And, thus united, did these twain 
 
 Achieve what each had tried in vain ! 
 
The Blind and the L ame, 233 
 
 MORAL. 
 Thou lack'st what some one else has got, 
 And dost possess what he has not ; 
 From such defects may spring utility, 
 And from discrepance sociability ! 
 
The Traveller. 
 
 {Gellert.) 
 
 I 
 A TRAVELLER, by the storm dismayed, 
 To Jupiter devoutly prayed 
 
 For a calm sunny day : 
 To move the god he tried in vain ; 
 The storm raged on with wind and rain, 
 
 Impeding still his way. 
 
 2 
 
 With bitter oaths the traveller then 
 Accused the god of plaguing men, 
 
 And walked on sorely troubled ; 
 Oft as the freshening gale repelled 
 His onward steps his anger swelled, 
 
 His blasphemies were doubled I 
 
The Traveller. 235 
 
 3 
 At length to this ungodly scoffer 
 A neighbouring forest seemed to offer 
 
 Shelter from wind and rain ; 
 But as he sought the friendly cover, 
 Afar he saw a bandit hover. 
 
 So stood still in the rain. 
 
 4 
 Forthwith the bandit poised his bow, 
 Although relaxed by moisture now, 
 
 And aimed with deadly art ; 
 But, baffled by the wind and rain, 
 The shaft fell harmless on the plain, 
 
 That would have pierced his heart ! , 
 
 5 
 " O fool ! " the angry god now cries ; 
 " Will not this lesson make thee wise ? 
 
 Was not the storm thy friend ? 
 Had I thy prayer for sunshine heard. 
 The arrow's course would not have erred, 
 
 To save thee from thine end ! " 
 
The Treasure -Diggers. 
 
 {^Burger.) 
 
 A VINE-DRESSER about to die, 
 Collected all his children nigh, 
 Then said, '^ Beneath our vines doth lie 
 A tr easier ey 
 
 " On which spot ? " they cry ; 
 Screaming aloud ; — 
 
 " Go dig ! " replied 
 The father ; then, alas, he died ! 
 Scarce had they buried the old man, 
 When all with might to dig began, 
 Plying the mattock, hoe, and spade. 
 Till the whole circuit they had made, 
 And every clod that was uplifted 
 Carefully through a sieve was sifted ; 
 Then to and fro they raked the field, 
 Till not a small stone was concealed ; 
 
The Treasure-Diggers. 237 
 
 Only, no treasure was perceived, 
 And each one thought himself deceived. 
 But when the new year made display, 
 Wonder succeeded to dismay. 
 For every vine bore fruit threefold. 
 Henceforth, at last grown wise, we 're told. 
 They dug with vigour year by year. 
 Contriving still fresh gains to clear. 
 
The Boy ajtd the Dates. 
 
 {Pfeffel.) 
 
 A BOY was fond, as boys will be, 
 Of dates ; they formed his favourite dish ; 
 So hoping soon to rear a tree, 
 And thus indulge his daily wish, 
 He popped a date-stone in the soil. 
 His father, laughing, watched his toil, 
 And said, " Why plantest thou a date ? 
 My child ! thou many a year must wait ; 
 For know, that oft this noble tree 
 Full twenty years requires to grow 
 Ere bearing its sweet progeny ! " 
 Carl, scarce expecting such a blow, 
 Stood for awhile like one perplexed, 
 But soon exclaimed with cheerful face : 
 " To hear such news I am not vexed ; 
 Delay like that brings no disgrace ; 
 So that I may, when old, enjoy 
 The fruit I planted as a boy ! 
 
^ sop. 
 
 {Nicholai.) 
 
 ^SOP went forth to market-town one day ; 
 A passing traveller stopped the sage to greet, 
 And asked, " How long, sir, will it take me, pray. 
 To reach yon distant borough from this street ? " 
 " Go ! " replied ^sop. Quoth he, " Well, I know 
 I cannot reach the place unless I go ! 
 But surely you might tell how long I '11 be ? " 
 Again the sage says, " Go ! " The stranger mutters, 
 " This fellow is a dolt ! I plainly see 
 There 's nothing to be learnt from what he utters." 
 So off he walked. "Ho ! " .^Esop shouts, " one word; 
 Two hours will take you there'' The stranger heard, 
 And stood still in amaze : " How know you now.^" 
 vEsop retorts : " And pray, sir, tell me how 
 I could on such a point give my decision 
 Until I ]s.new your pace with due precision .' " 
 
The Ox and the Ass. 
 
 {Pfeffd) 
 
 An ox and ass, while out for walk, 
 Wrangle together in their talk ; 
 And make a wager (both have lost ! ) 
 As to which can most wisdom boast. 
 At last they mutually agree 
 The lion shall their umpire be, 
 And by his judgment to abide ; 
 Who better could the case decide ? 
 Both humbly bow before the throne 
 Whereon the beast-king sits alone ; 
 While he, with noble brow of scorn, 
 Bends on the pair an angry frown. 
 And thus, at length, in voice of thunder, 
 He roars out to their mutual wonder : 
 " Fools arc ye both, of basest day ! " 
 Whereat they gape and sneak away. 
 
Swiss Songs. 
 
 {S chiller.) 
 
 THE FISHER-BOY. 
 (sung in the boat.) 
 
 The smiling lake how tempting seems ! 
 
 On its green bank a young boy dreams ; 
 
 Celestial music greets his ear, 
 
 Like that of angels, sweet and clear ; 
 
 Waking delighted from his rest, 
 
 The waters splash against his breast ; 
 
 A voice from the deep cries : " Charming boy ! 
 
 All swains like thee I would fain decoy." 
 
 THE SHEPHERD. 
 
 (sung on the mountain.) 
 
 Ye fields, farewell ! 
 And each sunny dell ! 
 The shepherd flies 
 When summer hies. 
 
242 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 Away to the mountains ! nor come ye again 
 Till the cuckoo's call is heard on the plain. 
 And the earth is clad with flowers of May, 
 And the streamlets flow on their winding way. 
 
 THE HUNTSMAN. 
 
 (sung on the rock.) 
 
 Hark ! the thunder in the hills I the little bridges 
 shake ; 
 
 The hardy huntsman fearless doth his giddy path- 
 way take ; 
 
 Boldly he strides o'er fissures deep, ' mid icy fields 
 
 of snow, 
 Where no spring blooms, and where no shrub was 
 
 ever seen to grow ; 
 
 While far below his feet is stretched a boundless 
 
 sea of mist, 
 But not a sign of human kind, or towns where 
 
 they exist ; 
 
 Save far below between the clouds at intervals is 
 
 seen. 
 Reflected in some distant lake, a field of shining 
 
 green. 
 
Prayer during Battle. 
 
 {Korner.) 
 
 I 
 
 Father ! I call to thee ! 
 
 ' Mid the fumes and thunder of battle's ire, 
 
 ' Mid the lightning flash of guns rattling fire, 
 
 Ruler of mortal destiny ! 
 
 Father ! my leader be ! 
 
 2 
 
 Father ! my leader be ! 
 
 Lead nie to victory ; lead me to death ! 
 
 To thy sovereign will I surrender my breath ; 
 
 Lord ! do what thou will'st with me ; 
 
 O God ! thy hand I see ! 
 
 3 
 O God ! thy hand I see. 
 
 Whether 'mid autumn's leaf-rustling glades, 
 
 Or the battle's loud roaring cannonades, 
 
 Source of grace and of clemency ! 
 
 Father ! oh bless thou me ! 
 
244 
 
 Lays of Rhine-land. 
 
 Father ! oh bless thou me ! 
 Our struggle is not for the treasures of earth, 
 Our swords protect things of far holier worth ; 
 Fall we or stand, still praised be ! 
 
 God ! to thee I flee ! 
 
 5 
 O God ! to thee I flee ! 
 
 When the cannon shall deal its last deadly blow, 
 And the warm life-blood from my veins shall flow, 
 
 1 '11 flee, O my God, to thee ! 
 Father ! then hear thou me ! 
 
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