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O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward,
Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard,
As far as Coilantogle's ford:

From thence thy warrant is thy sword."—
"I take thy courtesy, by Heaven,
As freely as 'tis nobly given!"

"Well, rest thee; for the bittern's cry
Sings us the lake's wild lullaby."-
With that he shook the gather'd heart,
And spread his plaid upon the wreath;
And the brave foemen, side by side,
Lay peaceful down like brothers tried,
And slept until the dawning beam
Purpled the mountain and the stream.

HONOUR COVETED.

BY SHAKSPEARE.

By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires!
But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

WOUNDED HONOUR.-MARINO

FALIERO.

BY BYRON.

Doge. I tell thee-must I tell thee-what thy father

Would have required no words to comprehend?

Hast thou no feeling save the external sense
Of torture from the touch? hast thou no soul-
No pride-no passion--no deep sense of honour?
Bertuccio Faliero. 'Tis the first time that honour

has been doubted,

And were the last from any other skeptic.
Doge. You know the full offence of this born
villain,

This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon,
Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel,
And on the honour of-Oh, God! my wife,
The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour,
Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth
Of loose mechanics, with all coarse, foul comments,
And villanous jests, and blasphemies obscene;
While sneering nobles, in more polished guise,
Whisper'd the tale, and smiled upon the lie
Which made me look like them-a courteous

wittol,

Patient-ay, proud, it may be, of dishonour.

R

Ber. F. But still it was a lie-you knew it false And so did all men.

Doge,

Nephew, the high Roman Said "Cæsar's wife must not even be suspected," And put her from him.

Ber. F.

True-but in those days

Doge. What is it that a Roman would not suffer, That a Venetian prince must bear? Old Dandolo Refused the diadem of all the Cæsars,

And were the ducal cap I trample on,

Because 'tis now degraded.

Ber. F.

'Tis even so.

Doge. It is it is :-I did not visit on

The innocent creature thus most vilely slandered Because she took an old man for her lord,

For that he had been long her father's friend

And patron of her house, as if there were
No love in woman's heart but lust of youth
And beardless faces;-I did not for this
Visit the villain's infamy on her,

But craved my country's justice on his head,
The justice due unto the humblest being
Who hath a wife whose faith is sweet to him,
Who hath a home whose hearth is dear to him,
Who hath a name whose honour's all to him,
When these are tainted by the accursing breath
Of calumny and scorn.

LIBERTY.

Hail, sacred Freedom, when by law restrain'd! Without you what were man? A grovelling herd, In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchain'd.

Beattie

Oh, Liberty, thou goddess, heavenly bright,
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight!
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train;
Eased of her load subjection grows more light,
And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight;
Thou makest the gloomy face of nature gay,
Givest beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.

Addison.

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