ey bleed, for their kingdom and crown;
riders that trample them down!
land prances, insulting the slain,
-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
ough the fast-flashing lightning of war,
the desert flies frantic and far?
Glenullin! whose bride shall await,
hted watch-fire, all night at the gate.
= at morning; no rider is there;
is red with the sign of despair.
to death and captivity led!

tthy tears cannot number the dead;
Es sword on Culloden shall wave,

t reeks with the blood of the brave.

o, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer! alloden so dreadful appear,

around thy old wavering sight,

to cover the phantoms of fright.

Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn? the mountain, thy plume shall be torn.

ne bold eagle exultingly forth,

e, in the dark-rolling clouds of the north?
-shot of foeman outspeeding, he rode

s, bearing destruction abroad :
him stoop from his havoc on high!

t him speed, for the spoiler is nigh.
he far summit? Why shoot to the blast
s, like stars from the firmament cast?
hower of ruin all dreadfully driven
ie, that beacons the darkness of heaven.
Lochiel, the peerless in might,
ers arise on the battlements' height,
is around thee, to blast and to burn;
y dwelling! all lonely return!

clan

kness of ashes shall mark where it stood,
nother scream o'er her famishing brood.
False wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my
s are a thousand, their bosoms are one!
e to the last of their blood and their breath,
apers, descend to the harvest of death

n welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock
him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock
wo to his kindred, and wo to his cause,
en Albin her claymore indignantly draws;
en her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd,
aranald the dauntless, and Moray the proud;
plaided and plumed in their tartan array—
Vizard. Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!
dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
man cannot cover what God would reveal:
the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
I coming events cast their shadows before.
l thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring
h the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king.
anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath,
old, where he flies on his desolate path!

v, in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight:
e! rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moors:
oden is lost, and my country deplores.

where is the iron-bound prisoner? Where?
the red eye of battle is shut in despair.
mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn,
e a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn?
no! for a darker departure is near;

-war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier;
death-bell is tolling. Oh! mercy, dispel
sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell!
flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs,
1 his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims.
ursed be the fagots, that blaze at his feet,
ere his heart shall be thrown ere it ceases to beat,

h the smoke of its aches to poison the gale

Lochiel. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale : ugh my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, e ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore,

hiel, untainted by flight or by chains,

ile the kindling of life in his bosom remains, ll, victor, exult, or in death be laid low,

h his back to the field, and his feet to the foe,

n battle no blot on his name,

to Heaven from the death-bed of fame.

LESSON CLXV.

= of Arc, in Rheims.-MRS. HEMANS.

a joyous day in Rheims of old,
a peal of mighty music rolled
er thronged cathedral; while around,
whose billows made no sound,
hush of wonder, though elate
listened at their temple's gate.
as done within ?-Within, the light
he rich gloom of pictured windows flowing,
soft awfulness a stately sight,-

ry of France, their proud heads bowing
ssalage!-while, midst that ring,
ed by ancestral tombs, a king

birthright's crown. For this, the hymn
at like rushing waters, and the day,
eet censer's misty breath, grew dim,
h long aisles it floated o'er the array
sweeping stoles.

But who, alone

pached, beside the altar-stone,

ite banner, forth, like sunshine, streaming, d helm, through clouds of fragrance gleaming, adiant stood?—The helm was raised,

face revealed, that upward gazed, worshipping,-a still, clear face, ut brightly solemn ' Woman's cheek were there, in deep devotion meek, Fied with inspiration's trace paleness; while, enthroned above, ed Virgin, with her smile of love, ading o'er her votaress. That slight form! e leader through the battle storm?

I the soft light, in that adoring eye,

ded the warrior where the swords flashed high? as so, even so !—and thou, the shepherd's child, ane, the lowly dreamer of the wild!

er before, and never since that hour,

h woman, mantled with victorious power
›d forth as thou, beside the shrine, didst stand-
y amidst the knighthood of the land!

1, beautiful with joy and with renown,
thy white banner o'er the olden crown,
somed for France by thee!

The rites are done

v let the dome with trumpet notes be shaken,
1 bid the echoes of the tombs awaken,

and come thou forth, that Heaven's rejoicing sun
7 give thee welcome from thine own blue skies,
Daughter of victory! A triumphant strain,
roud, rich stream of warlike melodies,

ushed through the portals of the antique fane,
1 forth she came. Then rose a nation's sound
! what a power to bid the quick heart bound,
e wind bears onward with the stormy cheer,
a gives to Glory on her high career!

here indeed such power ?—far deeper dwells

one kind household voice, to reach the cells
ence happiness flows forth! The shouts, that filled
e hollow heaven tempestuously, were stilled

è moment; and, in that brief pause, the tone,

of a breeze that o'er her home had blown,

k on the bright maid's heart." Joanne !"-Who spoke ike those whose childhood with her childhood grew ler one roof?" Joanne !"-That murmur broke With sounds of weeping forth !-She turned-she knew ide her, marked from all the thousands there, The calm beauty of his silver hair,

stately shepherd; and the youth, whose joy m his dark eye flashed proudly; and the boy, e youngest born, that ever loved her best :ather! and ye, my brothers!" On the breast

re she sank, and swiftly back, ant, to their native track

nts flowed. She saw the pomp no moree banners: to her cabin-door,

y's fountain in the glade,

ng sisters by her side had played,
nlet's chapel, where it rose
forest unto deep repose,

ed. The very wood-note, sung
ng-time, by the bird, which dwelt

father's roof the beech-leaves hung, heart-a music heard and felt, pack to nature. She unbound f many battles from her head, bright locks bowed to sweep the ground, voice up, wept for joy, and said,y father, bless me! and with thee, bin and the beechen-tree,