Yet have we well begun;
Battles so bravely won
Have ever to the sun

By fame been raised.

V.

"And for myself," quoth he, "This my full rest shall be; England, ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me;

Victor I will remain,

Or on this earth lie slain:
Never shall she sustain

Loss to redeem me."

VIII.

They now to fight are gone;
Armor on armor shone;

Drum now to drum did groan;
To hear was wonder;

That with the cries they make
The very earth did shake;
Trumpet to trumpet spake,
Thunder to thunder.

IX.

Well it thine age became,
O noble Erpingham!
Which did the signal aim
To our hid forces;

When from a meadow by,
Like a storm, suddenly,

The English archery

Struck the French horses.

X.

With Spanish yew so strong,
Arrows a cloth-yard long,

That like serpents stung,
Piercing the weather:

None from his fellow starts,
But, playing manly parts,
Stuck close together.

XI.

When down their bows they threw,
And forth their bilboes drew,
And on the French they flew,
Not one was tardy:

Arms were from shoulder sent,
Scalps to the teeth were rent,
Down the French peasants went,
Our men were hardy.

XV.

Upon Saint Crispin's day.
Fought was this noble fray,
Which fame did not delay

To England to carry.—
Oh, when shall Englishmen
With such acts fill a pen;
Or England breed again
Such a King Harry?

A PARTING.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part:
Nay, I have done; you get no more of me;
And I am glad - yea, glad with all my heart
That thus so clearly I myself can free.
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows;
And, when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,

When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies;

When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes.—
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.

THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES.

Her chariot ready straight is made;
Each thing therein is fitting laid,
That she by nothing might be stayed,
For nought must be her letting;
Four nimble gnats the horses were,
Their harnesses of gossamer,
Fly Cranion, her charioteer,
Upon the coach-box getting.

Her chariot of a snail's fine shell,
Which for the colors did excell;
The fair Queen Mab becoming well
So lively was the limning;

The seat the soft wood of the bee,
The cover (gallantly to see)

The wing of a pied butterflee;

I trow 'twas simple trimming.

The wheels composed of crickets' bones,
And daintily made for the nonce;

For fear of rattling on the stones
With thistle-down they shod it;

For all her maidens much did fear

If Oberon had chanced to hear

That Mab his queen should have been there,
He would not have abode it.

She mounts her chariot with a trice,

Nor would she stay for no advice

Until her maids, that were so nice,

To wait on her were fitted;

But ran herself away alone;

Which when they heard, there was not one
But hasted after to be gone,

As she had been diswitted.

Hop and Mop, and Drab se clear,
Pip and Trip, and Skip, that were
To Mab their sovereign so dear,
Her special maids of honor;
Fib and Tib, and Pink and Pin,
Tick and Quick, and Jill and Jin,
Tit and Nit, and Wap and Win,
The train that wait upon her.

Upon a grasshopper they got,
And, what with amble and with trot,
For hedge nor ditch they spared not,
But after her they hie them:
A cobweb over them they throw,
To shield the wind if it should blow;
Themselves they wisely could bestow
Lest any should espy them.

RENNAN, WILLIAM, an Irish poet and essay

ist; born at Belfast, May 23, 1754; died there February 5, 1820. He was educated at the University of Glasgow, where he took the degree of M.A. in 1771, and he then proceeded to Edinburgh to study medicine. At Edinburgh he was noted as one of the most distinguished students of his period, not only in medicine, but in philosophy. He became a favorite pupil and intimate friend of Dugald Stewart, and after seven years of study took his M.D. degree in 1778. After practicing his profession for two or three years in his native city he moved to Newry, where he settled down, and where he first began to take an interest in politics and literature. In the great political movement in Ireland of 1784 Drennan, like all other Ulstermen who had felt the influence of