We must not let the tide go by, To lift us o'er the sand and mud; Thus shouted they, then searched the gloom, Thus whispered one. "Nay, there are more," But two, perchance, are made of wine!" Whereat they laughed; and still they swore 'Twas noble, glorious, and divine With such a general to dine. 'Ho, landlord, bring another flask, To nerve us for to-morrow's task! To-morrow's task! Ah, that will be A thousand times more bright and fine That fellow there, who seems to sulk The stranger rose: through a sideway door He pushed a young companion out, Then stood a moment as in doubt, The while he scanned the revellers o'er, "To drink our general's health!" they cried. "Our general!" boldly he replied, And drained the goblet willingly. "And to our tournament beside !" "And to the tournament!" echoed he; 'And may I be on hand to see!" "Again!" the other cried, with zest; And let the toast be to the fair,— To her whose colors I shall wear, The badge of the 'Burning Mountain' mine, 'The maid I love' my motto sign. Then pledge for whom I set the lance, With whom in banquet I shall dance, Perchance"-he hiccoughed, and waved his wine— "To her who may be bride of mine, I have the father's word for all: Or, if not that"-with drunken leer Then laughed till the cup was nigh to fall, And shouted, "The heiress of Berkley Hall!" The stranger's tankard was ready up; When, with an oath like a thunder-crash, Had borne the wagoner far from shore. REESE LIBRARY (F THE (UNIVERSITY CALIFORNI II. THE MESCHIANZA.(10) O CITY the beloved of Penn, How was your quiet startled when How looked your tranquil founder down Methinks that patriarch and his peers, Who fashioned all your staid retreats, Groaned then in their celestial seats With sad offended eyes and ears; |