"But canst thou marvel that, free born, Throne, crown, and sceptre I should scorn, Or that I should retain my right, Till wrested by a conqueror's might? "Rome, with her palaces and towers, Her homely huts and woodland bowers I might have bow'd before-but where "Now I have spoken, do thy will; Since Britain's throne no more I fill, My fame is clear; but on my fate Thy glory or thy shame must wait." He ceased. From all around upsprang For well had Truth and Freedom's tongue The conqueror was their captive then- THE ONE-LEGGED GOOSE. A WEALTHY gentleman of Hertfordshire, Whose craniums give them very little pains, Anon. Liv'd quietly upon his own estate : But led a calm domestic life, Far from the noise of town and party strife. Took, during service-time, his usual snore, And then walk'd comfortably home to dinner. Who into such affairs have never look'd, I think I'd better mention, by the way, That dinners, ere they're eaten, should be cook'd! At least our squire's were so before he took 'em, Now, as I shall have work enough For this most gracious queen of kitchen-stuff, This modern maid of Fat Surpass'd the famous ancient dames of Greece. Aye, that she had, sir, nearly twenty! But none did she so doat upon As our squire's lusty gard'ner, John. It chanc'd one year, as almanacks can tell, St. Michael's day on Sunday fell; The squire the night before, as was his use, Gave Peggy orders to procure a goose; Then went to church next morning cheerfully, The bird was done, and she for master wishing, When, lo, attracted by the luscious gale, "What, cookee, got a goose! Well, come, that's nice: Faith, cookee, I should like to have a slice. And apple-sauce, too! There's a darling Peg! Do take a knife, and cut me off a leg.' "Cut off a leg! that would be pretty fun; What, serve it up to squire with only one?" "Aye, to be sure; why, master dursn't kill you; But Love, whose sceptre's all-commanding sway She was not quite so much perplex'd As you may think; she had been used to gull They who could do a goose so well Would not be troubled much to cheat her master. Home came the squire, to the moment true, And rang for dinner in a hurry; She browned the mutilated side anew, A number of the farmer's geese Which, like this bird, have only one a-piece." And grumbled most terribly about it. The place was brown'd, like all the rest, he saw ; -66 There, sir," cries Peg, now pray, sir, cease your pother; There, sir, there's one; and there, sir, is another!" "Pooh, nonsense, stuff!" exclaims the squire. "Now look ye: St, st-there, now, they've got two legs, cookee." "Aye, sir," cried Peg, "had you said that at home, Nor you, nor I, had e'er had cause to roam; But recollect, sir, ere you think I'm beaten, You didn't say st, st, to the one you've eaten." Anon. MAN'S THREE GUESTS. A KNOCKING at the castle gate, of yore A jocund lady waited there, Welcomed her in, with all her train, He knelt, and paid her homage sweet.. She decked his halls with garlands gay, Day turned to night and night to day, Bowed to Pleasure as its queen. And so that syren guest, of mirthful mien, Lingered till the vernal ray, And summer's latest rose had sighed itself away. A knocking at the gate! And the lordling of the hall, A strong and bearded man withal, And then the warder's horn was blown, A burden at his back he bare, But dark with dregs was the cup he quaff'd, And 'mid his harvest proud The mocking tare looked up and laugh'd Till his haughty heart was bow'd, And wrinkles on his forehead hung, and o'er his path a cloud. Again, a knocking at the gate At the wintry eventide; And querulous was the voice that cried, "Who cometh here so late?" "Ho! rouse the sentinel from his sleep, Strict guard at every loop-hole keep! And " man the towers!" he would have said, |