Though life had lost its early charm, She knew her William's heart was warm, And she would seek for shelter there. And lone and dreary is the road; Fast closes in departing day— The hill is steep-the moor is broad. She wanders forward, sad and slow; Now, louder blows the sweeping blast, And fiercely drives the rattling hail, The Spirits of the Storm have pass'd, Deep moaning on the mountain gale! They bellow in the waving wood, And howl on dark-brown hills around; They murmur in the distant flood, Till echo catch the wailing sound. Night's gloomy pall abroad is spread, And louder, wilder raves the storm O'er Ellen's homeless, houseless head; And tremor shakes her feeble form: The pelting hail her sight bedims; The night is dark-the hill is steepWeak are the wanderer's weary limbs, And driving snows around her sweep : She climbs, and crawls, and struggles on, And turns around, and gasps for breath; But nature fails-her strength is gone She sinks upon the frozen heath! The wither'd fern waves o'er her head, She murmurs, on her chilly bed, "Ah! William knows not Ellen's wo! "His home is now not distant far ; But ah! that hill is steep and high! To light my weary steps, no star Appears in that deep murky sky!" She shakes the round hail from her hair, And now her tears in torrents flow, (Her pale cheek resting on her arm)— They mingle with the feather'd snow That melts upon that cheek, still warm. A numbness o'er her senses creeps― The fair upon the brown heath sleeps,- Ah! long and dreary is the night! And still the fair is sleeping sound. Her locks are waving in the gale, Her bosom filled with drifted snow; Her lips are lifeless, cold, and pale! Her eyes are closed on all below! The pitying Angel hover'd nigh, He heard the night winds o'er her sigh, The sun shone brightly on a tear, And mounted on a sparkling ray. Where swells the sod in richer green, To deck the turf that wraps her head, There is some sprite that never sleeps, THE TWIN SISTERS. One of these men is genius to the other; And so, of these which is the natural man, EMMA and EMILY GRAHAM were twin daughters of a respectable farmer and cattle-dealer in Perthshire. The girls bore such a striking resemblance to each other, that their mother found it necessary to clothe them in different colours, as the only method by which they could be distinguished. As they grew up, their similarity became, if possible, more perfect; the colour of their eyes and hair had no shade of difference; and, indeed, every feature of their faces, their form and stature, were so exactly alike, that the same distinction of different dresses continued necessary. They had a brother, Edward, about fifteen months younger, who bore as great a likeness to both as they did to each other. When the girls arrived at nine or ten years of age, they gave promise of being rather above the ordinary stature of their sex, with a very considerable C |