With face against the pane; You cannot see the men that drown From a shoal of richest rubies Breaks the morning clear and cold;. In the pleasant autumn air, O ancient fishermen, Go up to yonder cot! With face against the pane, T. B. Aldrich. THE GAME KNUT PLAYED. A PAGE who seemed of low degree, And that the youth had served her long, And so it chanced one summer day, At length she said, "To play for naught So let a wager guerdon thought." He answered, "Lady, naught have I "And yet this ruby ring," she said, "I'll risk against the bonnet red With snow-white plume that crowns thy head. "And should I win, do not forget, Or should I lose, whichever yet, I'll take my due, or pay my debt." And so they played, as sank the sun; My diamond necklace," then she cried, “I'll match against thy greatest pride, The brand held pendent at thy side." "Not so," he said-" that tempered glaive, "Fit only for a true man's touch, No diamond necklace mates with such. But, though my father's ghost be wroth, I'll risk the weapon, nothing loth, Against thy love and virgin troth.” Reddened her cheeks at this in ire, And flashed those eyes of hers like fire. 66 Thy words, bold youth, shall work thee ill : Thou canst not win against my skill, But I can punish at my will. "Begin the game; that hilt so fine Shall nevermore kiss hand of thine, Nor thou again be page of mine !” Answered the page: "Do not forget, "And let this truth the end record: Down sat the pair to play once more, From square to square the bishops crept, The castles onward stately swept. Pawns fell in combat one by one; Knights, rooks, and bishops could not shun Their fate before that game was done. Well fought the battle was, I ween, "Check!" cried the princess, all elate; "Check!" cried the page, and sealed the fate Of her beleaguered king with "mate!" The princess smiled, and said: "I lose, "Or diamonds bright, or chests of gold, Or strings of pearls of worth untold, These may be thine to have and hold: "Or costly robes to feed thy pride, Or coursers such as monarchs ride, Or castles tall, or manors wide— "Any or all of such be thine; But, save he spring from royal line, "Nor jewels rich, nor lands in fee, Steeds, robes, nor castles pleasure me; Thy love and troth be mine," said he. "Nor shalt thou lack of state and pride When seated crowned thy lord beside, As Knut, the King of Denmark's bride!" Ring marriage-bells from sun to sun, LITTLE Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, She has thrown her bonnet by, |