Far Kentish hop-fields round him seemed
Like dreams to come and go;

Bright leagues of cherry-blossoms gleamed,
One sheet of living snow;

The smoke above his father's door,
In gray, soft eddyings hung:
Must he then watch it rise no more,
Doomed by himself so young?

Yes, honor calls! With strength like steel
He puts the vision by;

Let dusky Indians 1 whine and kneel;

An English lad must die.

And thus, with eyes that would not shrink,
With knee to man unbent,
Unfaltering on its dreadful brink,
To his red grave he went.

Vain, mightiest fleets, of iron framed;
Vain, those all-shattering guns;
Unless proud England keep, untamed,
The strong heart of her sons.
So let his name through Europe ring ·
A man of mean estate,

Who died, as firm as Sparta's king,2
Because his soul was great.

SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE.

1 Indians: native troops from India employed by the English in this war with China.

2 Leonidas, king of Sparta, who with three hundred men held the pass of Thermopylæ against a Persian army, until he and all his band were slain.

LOCHINVAR.

O, YOUNG Lochinvar 1 is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border 2 his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Eske 4 river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby 5 gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late :
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of young Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,

Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spake the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

1 Lochinvar (Lok-in-var').

2 Border: that part of Scotland which borders on England. Brake: here, ground overgrown with brakes and bushes.

4 Eske (or Esk): a river on the border, emptying into Solway Firth. 5 Netherby: Netherby Castle, Cumberland, England. It is on the eastern bank of the Eske.

"I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ;
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide-
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure,1 drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."
The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, -
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard 2 did grace;

While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;

And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better by far,

To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood

near;

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,

3

So light to the saddle before her he sprung.
"She is won! we are gone over bank, bush and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young
Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby

clan;

Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they

ran:

There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,1
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ?

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

1 Cannobie (or Cannonby) Lee: the Cannobie meadows in the vicinity of Netherby Castle.

"STONEWALL' JACKSON'S WAY."1

COME, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,2

Stir up the camp-fire bright;

No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah 3 brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of "Stonewall' Jackson's way."

We see him now - the old slouched hat
Cocked o'er his eye askew,

The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,

So calm, so blunt, so true.

The "Blue-Light Elder" 4 knows 'em well;

1 "Stonewall" Jackson: see note 2, p. 210.

2 Rails: fence rails; this must be regarded as "poetic license," since "Stonewall" Jackson gave his men strict orders not to take the fence rails for fuel-occasionally, however, on bitter cold or very wet nights these orders would be secretly violated.

3 Shenandoah: Jackson always spoke of the Shenandoah Valley with particular affection, his home at Lexington, Va., was in it, and he used

to say that if the South lost, "The Valley," Virginia, would be lost.

4 "Blue-Light Elder": Jackson was a rigid Presbyterian, and a man of exemplary piety. The name "Blue-Light Elder" was playfully given to him by his former pupils at the Lexington Military Academy; it meant no disrespect, it could not, for Jackson was one who, by his sincerity and force of character, compelled all to respect him whether they agreed with him or not.