66 GENTLE RIVER. All beside thy impid waters, Lords, and dukes, and noble princes, There the hero, brave Alonzo, Full of wounds and glory, died; Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra Through their squadrons slow retires; Proud Seville, his native city, Proud Seville his worth admires. Close behind, a renegado Loudly shouts, with taunting cry, "Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra! Dost thou from the battle fly? "Well I know thee, haughty Christian, "Well I know thy aged parents, GENTLE RIVER. "May our prophet grant my wishes, Like a lion turns the warrior, Back he sends an angry glare; Whizzing came the Moorish javelin, Vainly whizzing, through the air. Back the hero, full of fury, Sent a deep and mortal wound; Instant sunk the renegado, Mute and lifeless, on the ground. With a thousand Moors surrounded, Cold at length the warrior lay. Near him fighting, great Alonzo Furious press the hostile squadron, Who can war with thousands wage? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows, F 61 68 NOSE AND EYES. NOSE AND EYES.- Cowper. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose ; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause "In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship," he said, "will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind." Then holding the spectacles up to the court,- As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose (T is a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then? "On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them." TRADITIONARY BALLAD. Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, 69 But what were his arguments few people know, So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, - TRADITIONARY BALLAD-Mary Howilt. THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND. "AND where have you been, my Mary, "And what did you see, my Mary, "And what did you hear, my Mary, “O, tell me all, my Mary,— For you must have seen the fairies, 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD. "Then take me on your knee, mother, "And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, "And what were the words, my Mary, That you did hear them say?" "I'll tell you all, my mother, But let me have my way! "And some, they played with the water, And rolled it down the hill: : And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn "For there has been no water "O, the miller, how he will laugh "And some, they seized the little winds, And each put a horn into his mouth, |