His soul responded through his Then Esther warm, The old man, Edgar's patriot sire, I fear another couch may now "I have not yet forgot the day She tended me so well and long, Cheering me oft with some wild stave guide, rose, and joined her And reached the shed where Nora But, when she stood by Nora's side, There Ugo by the wagoner stood, Then gazed at Ringbolt strangely wild, And laughed, as though her pain were naught. "Thou poor young bride, beware! beware! Oh, wed not with that cold white hair! That summer smile is but device:- Then made her his bride. Ringbolt, how goes the battle? Ho! Fly, Ugo-fly!-the foe !-the foe! A stealthy trick!-but they shall know The stricken can return the blow! The tyrant and his host shall flee,— When patriots strike, they shall be free! "Our flag like a meteor Sweeps down through the fight: It brightens the valley And burns on the height. friends, It is a sight which sadly sends The comforts of a sufferer's bed, And well I know her couch will find The hands attendant, gentle, kind; sleigh, And let her be enwrapt straight way: "Tis but a short two hours' ride; Saw Hope re-fan her smouldering fire Within the cloud's desponding damp. 'Twas evening, and she watched the gleam Of moonlight over hill and stream; Though winter now was wellnigh through, And spring-time promised soon to blow, Still, all the scene which met her view Lay in a gleaming robe of snow. She sat and gazed upon the stars, As on a banner there unfurled, And wondered if each sparkling world Was shocked like this with martial jars, If through those tranquil, silver skies Stern warriors bent devoted eyes In worship on the planet Mars. She mused,-when Hulda's waking hand Was laid upon her resting arm, And, looking up with mild alarm, She saw within the moonlight stand Another, whose brave feet had paced Through paths of snow in breathless haste. "I come"-this was her hurried word, She scarcely seemed for breath to pause "To you, for I have often heard Your heart is with our patriot cause: You have swift horses at command, And have, perchance, some trusty hand By whom a message may be borne: The word I bear must reach our band Before to-morrow morn. 17 "Speak on!" the startled hearer cried : "It shall, no matter what betide!" "Our enemy a plan has laid I got the news, it boots not howBy which our camp shall be betrayed, And all our noble army made To bite the dust, or basely bow. This was their threat; and even now Their rapid horsemen form in line, And ere the dawn 'tis their design To strike the fatal blow. "This is the news: I pray you speed; The hour is short, and dire the need: I have no time to answer more; But if our noble chief would know The source from which these tidings flow, Then tell him boldly, undeterred, 'Tis Lydia Darrach's faithful word,18 Which served him once before." "Thanks, noble heart!" young Esther cried, And flung her daring tresses wide: ear Though Death stood in the gap!" Waiting no more to hear or say, "Now, Ugo!"-this was Esther's call, "Bridle the swiftest steed in stall, Fly with the news you just have heard, And let our chieftain know the word." "but sup "A steed!" he answered; pose The road should be beset with foes, The boldest rider scarce would do To bear such needful tidings through. No, no I have a better way, One quite as swift, and far more sure; Nor horse nor man my course shall stay, I shall be mounted so secure." She stared at him with puzzled brow, But he nor look nor answer stayed; She heard the rattling which he made Within the dusky hall below; Until he gained the frozen river, Watched him a moment bending low, On skates, with many a flash and As if the glistening ice and steel, The smile applauded the device: Until he vanished from her eyes. And 'twas the season when the sun The thinning ice must vanish soon; Her light would shortly be at end. In haste she ordered out the sleigh: Save Hulda, and her duty lay Alone she mounted, without pause, cause: Away, away, the light car flew ; snow; Swift as a river seemed to flow The road beneath, where, slipping through The crispy foam with whistling shrieks, The runners left their glistening streaks. Oh, enviable star in heaven And saw how those two heralds went, Just as the last hill-top was neared, And thus the two young heralds met, In spite of dark and wintry And to the grateful patriot chief, Delivered their great news together; And soon the horses, flecked with foam, Well pleased, were turned again for home. While Ugo took the guiding rein, Thus held the maid her musing vein: "Now the moon has left her track, Dropt behind the mountain-bars; Paly shine the cold white stars, And the pale earth answers back; All the world a shadow lies, Darkly, breathless, deathly still, While above us hang the skies, Throbbing to our throbbing eyes, Till the fancy almost hears Something of the strains that thrill, Passing through the happy spheres. "Yonder the great Northern, Wain Nightly rolling toward the goal "Sweetest of the chimes of heaven, That looked through that still crystal In their turret's misty height, even, Like a stem of lilies white, Our sweet valley Pleiades, "Lost!-ah, no: she is not lost; "Ring, sweet stars of heaven, anew, And my heart will sing with you; Ring!-oh, ring!-that I may hear And feel that heaven is sometimes near." Thus Esther in her happy breast The pleasure of her soul confest; For she was glowing with a sense (Although the thought had scarcely heed) That she had done a sacred deed Which was its own sweet recompense. The singing sleigh, the horses' tread, Slow pacing homeward at their will, The flowing road that backward sped, The stars that chased her overhead, Like heavenly guardians with her still, The crystal air, but not too chill, All soothed her with a gentle calm, As if a cool and tender palm Were on her tranquil forehead prest To woo her into peaceful rest. And Ugo held in dreamy spell The reins which seemed about to fall; But homeward steeds remember well The road which leads them to their stall. All nature seemed as it were fanned With Slumber's cool and downy pinions; But, hold-the steeds are at full stand! Around them close the foeman's minions! Is she awake, or does she dream? The sword-flash that before her stirs, The scarlet coat, the helmet's gleam, The bursting laugh of rude derision, A rough voice shouting, "Pris oners!" A soldier at each horse's rein, All this proclaims it is no vision. The boy is loud,-he will not stay: A boy is he, armed soldiers they. "What men are ye," she strove to say, "Who dare to stop a lady's way? I charge ye, off! Unbind the boy!" Whereat the captain's voice replied, Close at the startled maiden's side, "Lady, we wish not to annoy Further than strictest duty calls: Be not alarmed: if aught befalls Amiss, the fault shall not be ours,— We serve the cause of higher powers: Though it seem hard, and you condemn, Our prisoner, you must go to them." He took the reins, and said no more: With mounted men to guard them down, Even past her own unhappy door PART III. I. THE TANKARD OF WINE. Он, what delight is in the air What time the new-born spring is there! How sweet it is on the breezy slope, 'Mid flowers in bloom or about to ope, When the dog-wood, like a maiden dight In bridal robes of snowy white, Beside the flaming maple stands, While the oak, with priestly hands Spread above their bowing heads, His whispering benediction sheds; Where never a careless wind forgets To tell of the woodland violets, |