now I don't believe no such thing howsumdever; but then I did; and so, d'you see me, Commodore, I lost ballast all of a sudden, and when he stretched out his hand for the blade-(hell's fire blazing up in my lubberly heart!) — Here it is, Harry,' says I, and I gives it to him in the side! — once, twice, in the right place!" (the sailor's voice, hitherto calm, though broken and rugged, now rose into a high, wild cadence)" and then how we did grapple! and sing out one to another! ahoy! yeho! aye; till I thought the whole crew of fiends answered our hail from the hill-tops ! But I hit you again and again, Harry! before you could master me," continued the sailor, returning to the corpse, and once more taking its hand "until at last you struck,— my old messmate! And now-nothing remains for Tom Mills-but to man the yard-arm!" The narrator stood his trial at the ensuing assizes, and was executed for this avowed murder of his shipmate; Jeremiah appearing as a principal witness. Our story may seem drawn either from imagination, or from mere village gossip; its chief facts rest, however, upon the authority of members of the Irish bar, since risen to high professional eminence; and they can even vouch that, at least, Jeremiah asserted the truth of "The Publican's Dream." THE MINSTREL BOY. BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD light this haunted grove of pleasure, 1st the fall of that dying measure; he not, stir not foot or hand ...visitants here from the Fairy land! or such a sweet and melting strain as never framed in this world of pain; tad bre things of ecstasy and bliss í a happ, :, holier sphere than this! I see the vis: on I see it now id the grey hairs creep upon my brow: I know full well, from a thribing smart And a joy that quivers through my heart, That this mos. sweet and comely boy, With mis pipe and his looks of sunny joy, Is einer the prince of the land unseen. The child of my loved Fairy Queen, Or cherub sent from a region higher, The son of Apollo the king of the lyre! |