JOHN WATSON DALBY. I. AT BERKHAMSTEAD. WATERS! all calm and bright as heaven above, To throw a deathless sweetness over ruin; Shone with a beauty heightened by surprise : Had earth a stray bliss, then the quick sense found it, Lifting full cups to loving hearts afar. Well may our own faint, staggered and astounded, At thought of what and where those loved ones are. II. THE SUBJECT CONTINUED. THE mirror of my life, ye lie before me! Crowding upon me here what memories come, III. A WAYSIDE ADVENTURE. He was a native of the North countrie, "With song and friendship we are wisely mad," One word shall bring the land for which he yearns, One magic word." - I spoke it, it was Burns. IV. SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED. THEN Scotia came to him, and Auld Lang Syne, And he poured out the story of his life, Loves, struggles, studies, hope, despair, and strife; Much thanks, some murmurs, but no childish whine; And ever and anon the well-loved line That fixed a principle or stamped a truth, And crowned in manhood the best dreams of youth, Ne'er seemed the Bard of Ayr so all divine. That wayside Inn shall be remembered yet, And all our gossip o'er that humble glass. By chance and in a chimney nook we met, And Burns and Nature glorified the place. V. TWELVE A SLEEPLESS NIGHT. but Macaulay had but now been closed; Sleep could not quickly follow page so fine; One and strange figures filled my wakeful eye; Two and the lightning finds those eyes unclosed; Three and for no brief instant had I dozed; - Four - and slow morn did on the casement shine, But where my strength for challenge so divine? - I on my restless pillow turn and twist, |