Yet to the very last they battled well, And not a groan informed their foes who fell. Christian died last-twice wounded; and once more Mercy was offered when they saw his gore; 321 eye. Too late for life, but not too late to die, 330 * In Thibault's account of Frederic the IId. of Prussia, there is a singular relation of a young Frenchman, who with his mistress appeared to be of some rank. He enlisted and deserted at Scweidnitz; and after a desperate resistance was retaken, having killed an officer, who attempted to seize him after he was wounded, by the discharge of his musket loaded with a button of his uniform. Some circumstances on his Court-Martial raised a great interest amongst his Judges, who wished to discover his real situation in life, which he offered to disclose, but to the King only, to whom he requested permission to write. This was refused, and Frederic was filled with the greatest indignation, from baffled curiosity or some other motive, when he understood that his request had been denied.-See Thibault's Work, vol. 2d.-[I quote from memory.] His wounded, weary form, to where the steep Looked desperate as himself along the deep; Cast one glance back, and clenched his hand, and shook His last rage 'gainst the earth which he forsook; Then plunged: the rock below received like glass With scarce a shred to tell of human form, Or fragment for the sea-bird or the worm; A fair-haired scalp, besmeared with blood and weeds, Are pardoned their bad hearts for their worse brains. XVI. The deed was over! All were gone or ta'en, The fugitive, the captive, or the slain. 340 350 Chained on the deck, where once, a gallant crew, They stood with honour, were the wretched few 360 Survivors of the skirmish on the isle; But the last rock left no surviving spoil. Cold lay they were they fell, and weltering, While o'er them flapped the sea-bird's dewy wing, Far o'er its face the dolphins sported on, And sprung the flying fish against the sun, 370 Till its dried wing relapsed from its brief height, To gather moisture for another flight. XVII. "Twas morn; and Neuha, who by dawn of day It flapped, it filled, and to the growing gale With fluttering fear, her heart beat thick and high, While yet a doubt sprung where its course might lie: But no! it came not; fast and far away 381 The shadow lessened as it cleared the bay. She gazed and flung the sea-foam from her eyes To watch as for a rainbow in the skies. On the horizon verged the distant deck, Then vanished. All was ocean, all was joy! Down plunged she through the cave to rouse her boy; Sprung forth again, with Torquil following free His bounding Nereid over the broad sea; Drifting along the tide, without an oar, That eve the strangers chased them from the shore; Nor ever did more Love and Joy embark, Than now was wafted in that slender ark. XVIII. Again their own shore rises on the view, No more polluted with a hostile hue; A thousand proas darted o'er the bay, With sounding shells, and heralded their way; $90 400 The women thronged, embracing and embraced By Neuha, asking where they had been chaced, And how escaped? The tale was told; and then And from that hour a new tradition gave Their sanctuary the name of "Neuha's Cave." An hundred fires, far flickering from the height, THE END OF THE POEM. 410 420 |