thy master do Evening shall darken on the earth, and o'er | Return! Alas, my Arab steed! what shall the sandy plain Some other steed with slower step shall bear When thou who wast his all of joy hast van me home again. Yes, thou must go! ished from his view When the dim distance cheats mine eyes, and The wild, free breeze, Thy bright form for a moment like the false the brilliant sun Thy master's home, from all of these my Slow and unmounted shall I roam with weary exiled one must fly; step alone Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy Where with fleet step and joyous bound thou step become less fleet, And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck thy And, sitting down by that green well, I'll master's hand to meet. Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye pause and sadly think, "It was here he bowed his glossy neck when last I saw him drink.” COUNT CANDESPINA'S STANDARD.* CARCE were the splintered lances dropped, Scarce were the swords drawn out, Ere recreant Lara, sick with fear, Had wheeled his steed about. His courser reared and plunged and neighed, Loathing the fight to yield, But the coward spurred him to the bone And drove him from the field. Gonzalez in his stirrups rose: “Turn, turn, thou traitor knight! Thou bold tongue in a lady's bower, Thou dastard in a fight!" But vainly valiant Gomez cried Across the waning fray: Pale Lara and his craven band To Burgos scoured away. * "The king of Aragon now entered Castile by way of Soria and Osma with a powerful army, and, having been met by the queen's forces, both parties encamped near Sepulveda and prepared to give battle. This engagement, called, from the field where it took place, De la Espina, is one of the most famous of that age. The dastardly count of Lara fled at the first shock and joined the queen at Burgos, where she was anxiously awaiting the issue; but the brave count of Candespina (Gomez Gonzalez) stood his ground to the last and died on the field of battle. His standard-bearer, a gentleman of the house of Olea, after having his horse killed under him and both hands cut off by sabre-strokes, fell beside his master, still clasping the standard in his arms and repeating his war-cry of 'Olea !'" -Annals of the Queens of Spain. And he smiled, like an infant hushed asleep, They hewed the hands from off his limbs: "Yield, madman, yield! Thy horse is down; Thunderbolt engine, swift and strong, Thou hast nor lance nor shield. Fly! I will grant thee time." Can neither fly nor yield." "This flag They girt the standard round about, A wall of flashing steel; Fifty tons she was, whole and sole. I had been promoted to the express: We were thundering down to a midland town: It makes no matter about the name, So it's all the same. Just there you slide, With your steam shut off and your brakes in hand, And I often saw her-that lady, I mean, Down the steepest and longest gråde in the Evening by evening, when I'd spy land At a pace that I promise you is grand. A girl shrank back from our baleful blast. That she was there, in the summer air, Oh, I didn't see her every night Bless you, no!-just now and then, And not at all for a twelvemonth quite. Then, one evening, I saw her again, Alone, as ever, but deadly pale, We were going a mile and a quarter a min- And down on the line, on the very rail, So the brakes let off, and, the steam full again, | No price too high for profit can be shown- town Before we could stop to see what was done. Oh, I've run over more than one- If I could have stopped, with all the spur Set in this locket that I wear. I picked it off the big wheel there.— Not brothers' blood, nor hazards of their own; Translation of ABRAHAM COWLEY OME with bold labor plough the faithless But yet the chalice will be quaffed, SOME main, Some rougher storms in princes' courts sus tain; Some swell up their slight sails with popular fame, Charmed with the foolish whistlings of a name; Some their vain wealth to earth again com- With endless cares some brooding o'er it sit; The shrine sought, as of old. Man's sterner nature turns away But woman knows one only dream: EMMA C. EMBURY. |