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and forwards under the directions of a fresh bustling landlady; but still seizing an occasional moment to exchange a flippant word, and have a rallying laugh with the group round the fire.
I had not been long at the inn when a post-chaise drove up to the door. A young gentleman stepped out, and by the light of the lamps I caught a glimpse of a countenance which I thought I knew. I moved forward to get a nearer view, when his eye caught mine. I was not mistaken; it was Frank Bracebridge, a sprightly good-humoured young fellow, with whom I had once travelled on the continent. Our meeting was extremely cordial, for the countenance of an old fellow-traveller always brings up the recollection of a thousand pleasant scenes, odd adventures, and excellent jokes. To discuss all these in a transient interview at an inn was impossible; and finding that I was not pressed for time, and was merely making a tour of observation, he insisted that I should give him a day or two at his father's country seat, to which he was going to pass the holidays, and which lay at a few miles' distance. “ It is better than eating a solitary Christmas dinner at an inn," said he, “and I can assure you of a hearty welcome in something of the old-fashioned style.” His reasoning was cogent,* and I must confess the preparation I had seen for universal festivity and social enjoyment had made me feel a little impatient of my loneliness. I closed, therefore, at once, with his invitation; the chaise drove up to the door, and in a few moments I was on my way to the family mansion of the Bracebridges. — Wushington Irving.
* Cogent, forcible or strong to the mind.
EDWARD THE FIRST'S GRIEF FOR QUEEN ELEANOR,
THE English powers were in array,*
The borders of the kingdom won,
The shadow of dark death came on;
A moment's space he turned aside
From his fixed spirit's steady aim;
Till to grey Westminster they came;
They rested nigh Northampton's bowers,
They rested nigh old Waltham's I shade,
One more sad halting-place they made;-
They laid her in the minster shade
Who should attend his march no more;
The hour of saddening honours o'er,
Ruler of spirits stern and rude,-
Branded by death of Wallace good;
In outward show keep company. * Edward the First was fighting in Scotland.
+ The carved stone cross which stands in front of the Railway Station at Charing Cross is said to be an exact copy of the original cross erected by Edward.
# Waltham Cross in Hertfordshire.
Yet went no lone thoughts wandering back
Away from shrine and monument,
When in that shadowing eastern tent,
Crossing the blue sea citron-isled,
To watch beside their dying child;
And looks up to yon graven crest;
Sits down upon its step to rest;
And little trace of sorrow leave;
Where heavy hearts once stopped to grieve.
Yet it is written,-sure and deep,
In one Book undiscerned of men;
Their trust, until the hour when
* « Bedesman” or “beadsman,” a man anciently employed in praying, especially praying for another person.
THE DYING BOY,
WHO SET UP NAPOLEON'S STANDARD (THE EAGLE) AT RATISBON.
You know we French stormed Ratisbon;—*
A mile or so away,
Stood, on our storming day;
Legs wide, arms locked behind,
Oppressive with its mind.
Just as perhaps he mused, “My plans,
That soar, to earth may fall,
Waver at yonder wall,”
A rider, bound on bound
Until he reached the mound.
Then off there flung in smiling joy,
And held himself erect
You hardly could suspect,-
Scarce any blood came through,-
Was all but shot in two.
“Well,” cried he, “Emperor! by God's grace
We've got you Ratisbon!
'll be there anon
Where I, to heart's desire,
Soared up again like fire.
of Wings with which the air is beaten, The poet Dryden, for example, uses the word li van" in the sense of a wing,
The chief's eye flashed; but presently
Softened itself as sheathes A film the mother eagle's eye,
When her bruised eaglet breathes. “You're wounded!” “Nav.” his soldier's pride
Touched to the quick, he said, “ I'm killed, Sire!” And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead.
CARDINAL WOLSEY ON THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE,
FAREWELL, a long farewell, to all my greatness!