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Sad was the earth-dropping “ dust to dust,"
And “our dear broiher here departed;" The lady shook at them, as shake we must;
And Robin he felt strange-hearted.
That self-same evening, nevertheless,
They returned to Locksley town, The lady in a dumb distress,
And Robiu looking down.
They went, and went, and Robin took
Long steps by his mother's side,
What made him so thoughtful-eyed.
“ I was thinking, mother," said little Robin,
And with his own voice so true
I'd see what those friars do."
His mother stooped with a tear of joy,
And she kissed him again and again, And said, “ My own little Robin boy,
Thou wilt be a King of Men!"
ROBIN HOOD'S FLIGHT.
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years none,
Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how,
A sum for a noble tomb.
The church-yard lies on a woody hill,
But open to sun and air:
Were looking and smiling there.
Often when Robin looked that way,
He looked through a sweet thin tear; . But he looked in a different manner, they say,
Towards the Abbey of Vere.
He cared not for its ill-got wealth,
He felt not for his pride;
And enough for one beside.
But he thought of his gentle mother's cheek
How it souk away,
And weary every day;
And how when trying a hymı, her voice
At evening would expire,
Of the hard throats in the quire :
And thinking thus, as Robin stood
Digging his bow in the ground, He was a ware in Gamelyn wood,
Of one who looked around.
" And what is Will doing,” said Robin tlien, “ 'That he looks so fearful and wan?" my
dear master that should have been, am a weary man.'
“A weary man,” said Will Scarlet, “. am I;
For unless I pilfer this wood To sell to the fietchers, for want I shall die
Here in this forest so good.
« Hore in this forest where I have been
So happy and so stout,
Have carried you about."
“ And why, Will Scarlet, not come to me?
Why not to Robin, Will?
And the scar that marks thee still;
« And not a soul of my uncle's men
To such a pass should come,
A pe:ny or a crumb.
6- Stay thee, Will Scarlet, stay awhile;
And kindle a fire for me.”
He has vanished instantly.
Robin Hood with his clieek on fire,
Has drawn his bow so stern, And a leaping deer, with one leap bigher,
Lies motionless in the fern.
Robin, like a proper knight
As he should liave been,
And bore off a portion clean.
" And I pray thee let me follow thee
Any where under the sky,
Nor without thee cau l.”
Robin smiled, and suddenly fell
Into a little thought; And then into a leafy dell,
The three slain men they brought.
Ancle deep in leaves so red,
Which autumn there had cast, When going to her winter-bed
Slie had undrest her last.
And there in a hollow, side by side,
They buried them under the treen; The Abbot's belly, for all it's pride,
Made not the grave be seen.
Robin Hood, and the forester,
And Scarlet the good Will,
Up a pathless hill;
And Robin caught a sudden siglit,
Of merry sweet Locksley town, Reddening in the sub-set bright;
And the gentle tears came down.
Robin looked at the town and land
And the church-yard where it lay; And poor Will Scarlet kissed his hand,
And turned his head away.
Then Robin turned him with a grasp of Will's,
And clapped him on the shoulder,
“ Now shew us three men bolder."
And so they took their march away
As firm as if to fiddle,
With Robin Hood in the middle.
THIEBAULT, KING OF NAVÅRRE, TO HIS LOTE.
Las ! Si j'avois pouvoir d'oublier
Sa beauté, son bien dire,
Finirois mon martyre.
Et puis comment oublier
Sa beauté, son bieu dire,
Mieux aime mon martyre.
ALI! could I but forget
And how could I forget
Our readers, for one of the reasons mentioned in the introduction to this number, will be good enough to excuse the shortness of it. In the next we shall expatiate in our usual longitude.
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