Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke ; 50 At once on all her stately gates arose the answer ing fires; At once the wild alarum clash'd from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower peal'd loud the voice of fear; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet, 55 And the broad streams of pikes and flags dash'd down each roaring street; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in ; And eastward straight from wild Blackheath the warlike errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent. 60 Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew these bright couriers forth; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north; And on, and on, without a pause untired they bounded still; All night from tower to tower they sprang; they sprang from hill to hill; Till the proud Peak unfurl'd the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, 65 Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till stream'd in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's1 crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And town and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain; 70 Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; 3 Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burnt on Gaunt's " embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle. MACAULAY. THE BIRD'S NEST. IT wins my admiration, To view the structure of that little work, No glue to join his little beak was all. JAMES HURDIS. 5 ΙΟ 1 Wrekin-a famous hill in Shropshire. 2 Belvoir's lordly terraces-Belvoir Castle, Leicestershire. 3 Gaunt's embattled pile-Lancaster Castle, held by the descendants of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster. WHAT IS PRAYER? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the simplest form of speech 5 That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His watchword at the gates of death- J. MONTGOMERY. ΙΟ 15 THE YOUNG LADY AND THE LOOKING-GLASS. YE deep philosophers, who can 5 ΙΟ Without a name reprove and warn : 15 20 25 By sages found to reach the heart: They would by simple tales advise, Which took the hearer by surprise ; There was a little stubborn dame 40 45 And sharper remedies applied, But both were vain, for every course He took still made her worse and worse. 'Tis strange to think how female wit, So oft should make a lucky hit, 50 Will err, and measures false pursue- 55 60 65 A looking-glass was straight suspended, That it might show her how deform'd She look'd, and frigntful when she storm'd; And warn her as she prized her beauty, To bend her humour to her duty. 70 And learn of course those faults to mend WILLIAM WILKIE. SONG: "MEN OF ENGLAND." MEN of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood! Men whose undegenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood: |