There was danger abroad, but my errand has sped— X. He rose at the summons; but little they spoke ;— XI. They pass'd unsuspected the guard at the cell, Sailing down with fair winds, far away from the shore, To look if his sight deceives him not;- And with flashing eyes and streaming Lo!-there-where sky and ocean blend ! He fixes his gaze upon the spot-- Again and again-he sees them roll- V. In the fulness of his joy, his face Reddens and his quick eager shout, Echoing over that silent place, Call the inquiring people out. 'The whales! he cries and to behold Come the youthful and the old; Come the feeble and the strong; Men and women and girls; with boys, That whether for right, or whether for wrong, Delight in the tumult and the noise; Rushing down with trampling feet, And cries that the echoing hills repeat. VI. And now the uproar thicker grows― And flags are waved, and guns are fired, VII. 'Leviathan! Leviathan!' The minister cries, and shuts his book; And though a man of peace is he, As a preacher of the Word should be, He takes his musket from a nook, Rusty and old; and hastes away To join his people in the bay. VIII. His daughters fair have saddled their steeds, Two young ponies sleek and brown; hair, And heads uncover'd, have gallop'd down To see the sport-perchance to share. Old men have left their usual place By warm firesides, to join the chase, And one bedridden, half-crazy soul Has started up at the people's roar, And the joyous cry 'a shoal! a shoal!' And hobbled on crutches to the door, To envy the limbs of the passers-by, And watch the sport with kindling eye. IX. The women have left their spinningwheels, Their hose, their nets, their fishingcreels, And arm'd themselves with pikes and staves To follow the monsters of the waves. To drive the whales into shallow water, And dye the beach with the blood of slaughter. X. Merrily ring the bells Merrily wave the flagsMerrily shout the people That watch upon the crags. Merrily row the boats Merrily swell the sailsAnd merrily go the islanders To chase the mighty whales. And quietly prays the preacher For a blessing and reward Upon harpoon and musket, Upon the spear and sword, That shall slay the great Leviathan, For the glory of the Lord! XI. And steady-steady-steady- With the musket and the spear! And barb'd harpoons with lengthening And round about the children go, twine Are launch'd unerring o'er the brine, XII. In vain ye struggle-luckless whales! Make coinage of your spoil, XIII. Again-again--the muskets ring, Or drive the double-edged harpoon; XIV. 'Tis done the unequal strife is o'erThe dying whales are driven ashore; And long ere setting of the sun, Their carcasses are haul'd to land; And, stretch'd unwieldy on the sand, Men count the prizes they have won; Twelve monsters huge, whose bones shall bring Enjoyment for the wintry nights, Whose oil shall make the wretched sing, And fill the needy with delights. With gladness fill'd to overflow, XV. This night shall mirth be unrestrain❜d, The blood in quicker pulses driven; And many a flowing cup be drain’d, And many a loving pledge be given; And even the minister himself Shall lay his Bible on the shelf, And join his elders o'er a bowl To drink a welcome to the shoal. And every dweller in the isle Shall hold a festival the while, And mark in memory's tablets clear, This day the fairest of the year. THE WITCH OF SKERRIEVORE. I. 'WE were sisters, sisters seven- II. Dancing with their nimble feet, III. 'Fairest blossoms of our clime, |