RURAL SKETCHES. CORONACH, OF DRUID BARDS OVER A BRITISH CHIEFTAIN. "The most important and essential rite of Sepulture among the Ancient Britons was the funeral song, containing the praises of the deceased, sung by a number of bards, to the music of their harps, when the body was deposited in the grave. To want a funeral song was esteemed the greatest misfortune and disgrace; as they believed that without it, their spirits could enjoy no rest or happiness in a future state." On Eston's promontory A reverend Druid stood His locks were long and hoary FIRST BARD. "Hail foremost of heroes, the godlike in might, Like an oak-tree of Kempley he tower'd o'er the foe, Destruction awaited each terrible blow, As he trod like an Angel of Death o'er the plain. He was mild as the rainbow, like morn bright and clear, He was strong as the wild-boar and fleet as the deer With groans and piteous weeping Their locks of raven hair. SECOND BARD. "Where the wild-roe was swiftest, and fiercest the boar, Fast as whirlwind he sped o'er each forest and dale,— Now the mountains shall echo his footsteps no more, No more shall the hunter's rejoice at his call. No more shall his hearth ring with festival cheer, When the minstrels awoke each melodious tone, As the maids gaily dancing, the guests quaffing near, We chanted the deeds of his forefathers gone. Once like spring-tides of Ocean, like wolves of the plain, Like the Avelanche rolling its deluge of snow, Like some fierce mountain torrent all swollen with rain In fury he rush'd on the ranks of the foe." Now came the Chieftain's daughter And to the solemn slaughter Led forth the snow-white bull: The flames ascended full. THIRD BARD. "Now Denmark, and Norway, and Iceland rejoice, But you, grateful Britons, whilst heaping his pyre, For bright as the flames of this funeral fire Shall his deeds shine aloft in the Temple of Fame. His bones may all crumble, his Urn may decay, CHORUS. "He is gone!" loud rang the Chorus, 66 He has reach'd the skies before us, And he walks the sacred vale: But his spirit hovers o'er us, And re-echoes Glory's tale!" RURAL SKETCHES. EPITHALAMIUM. Written on the marriage of the Lady Frances Anne Emily Vane, eldest daughter of the Marquis and Marchioness of Londonderry, with the Marquis of Blandford, son of the Duke of Marlborough, Wednesday, July 12, 1843. Lady, in elder times 'twas not unmeeting To hail such unions with a bridal greeting: When Rome tower'd loftiest, when Greece was young, Bright as Diana's in the forest shade: Nor, deem I lady, though each brow was fair, Greece had her Castaly, her Helicon, But thou, where Wynyard's rich and wooded plain, (Where Tees runs sweeping by old Barnard's towers, ' I Gainford's sweet valleys,2 Dinsdale's fragrant bowers, 3 |