ADELGITHA.

THE ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
And sad pale ADELGITHA came,

When forth a valiant champion bounded,

And slew the slanderer of her fame.

She wept, deliver'd from her danger;

But when he knelt to claim her glove"Seek not," she cried, "oh! gallant stranger,

For hapless ADELGITHA's love.

"For he is in a foreign far land

Whose arm should now have set me free;

And I must wear the willow garland

For him that 's dead, or false to me."

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Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!"He raised his vizor-At the sight

She fell into his arms and fainted;

It was indeed her own true knight !

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SONG.

DRINK ye to her that each loves best,

And if you nurse a flame

That 's told but to her mutual breast,

We will not ask her name.

Enough, while memory tranced and glad

Paints silently the fair,

That each should dream of joys he's had,

Or yet may hope to share.

Yet far, far hence be jest or boast
From hallow'd thoughts so dear ;

But drink to them that we love most,
As they would love to hear.

SONG.

WHEN NAPOLEON was flying

From the field of Waterloo,

A British soldier dying,

To his brother bade adieu!

"And take," he said, "this token

To the maid that owns my faith, With the words that I have spoken In affection's latest breath."

Sore mourn'd the brother's heart,

When the youth beside him fell;

But the trumpet warn'd to part,

And they took a sad farewell.—

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There was many a friend to lose him,

For that gallant soldier sigh'd;

But the maiden of his bosom

Wept when all their tears were dried.