Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, He said, and on the rampart-heights array'd In vain-alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank to rank your vollied thunder flew: Oh! bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime! Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her wo! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear, Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career; Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek'd-as KOSCIUSKO fell! The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there, Tumultuous murder shook the midnight airOn Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. The storm prevails! the rampart yields awayBursts the wild cry of horror and dismay! Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall, A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call! Earth shook!-red meteors flash'd along the sky! And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry! O righteous Heaven! ere Freedom found a grave, That crush'd proud Ammon, when his iron car Departed spirits of the MIGHTY DEAD!- Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, The patriot TELL-the BRUCE of BANNOCKBURN! Mary, the Maid of the Inn. Campbell. WHO is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs; No aid, no compassion, the maniac will seek; Through the rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak Yet cheerful and happy-nor distant the day- The traveller remembers, who journey'd this way, As Mary, the Maid of the Inn! Her cheerful address fill'd the guests with delight, She loved; and young Richard had settled the day, But Richard was idle and worthless; and they 'Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night, Two guests sat enjoying the fire that burn'd bright; ""Tis pleasant," cried one, "seated by the fire-side, "To hear the wind whistle without." "A fine night for the Abbey!" his comrade replied: "I myself, like a school-boy, should tremble to hear "I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried, "That Mary would venture there now:" "Then wager, and lose," with a sneer he replied; "I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side, And faint if she saw a white cow!" "Will Mary this charge on her courage allow ?" His companion exclaim'd, with a smile: "I shall win, for I know she will venture there now, With fearless good humour did Mary comply, The night it was gloomy, the wind it was high; O'er the path, so well known, still proceeded the maid, Through the gateway she enter'd-she felt not afraid- All around her was silent, save when the rude blast Over weed-cover'd fragments still fearless she pass'd, Where the alder-tree grew in the aisle. Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, When the sound of a voice seem'd to rise on her ear- The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head:— She listen'd;-nought else could she hear. The wind ceased, her heart sunk in her bosom with dread, For she heard in the ruins-distinctly-the tread Of footsteps approaching her near. Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, She crept, to conceal herself there; That instant, the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, Then Mary could feel her heart-blood curdle cold! It blew off the hat of the one, and behold! Even close to the feet of poor Mary it roll'd— "Curse the hat!"-he exclaims-" Nay, come on, and fast The dead body!" his comrade replies. She beheld them in safety pass on by her side, She ran with wild speed, she rush'd in at the door, Her limbs could support their faint burden no more; Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart, Her eyes from that object convulsively start, [hide For, Ó Heaven! what cold horror thrill'd thro' her heart, When the name of her Richard she knew! Where the old Abbey stands, on the common hard by, His gibbet is now to be seen; Not far from the inn it engages the eye; The traveller beholds it, and thinks, with a sigh, Of poor Mary, the Maid of the Inn. Lord Ullin's Daughter. A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound, Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry, And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry!" Southey ""Tis pleasant," cried one, "seated by the fire-side, "To hear the wind whistle without." "A fine night for the Abbey!" his comrade replied: "I myself, like a school-boy, should tremble to hear "I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried, "That Mary would venture there now:" Then wager, and lose," with a sneer he replied; "I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side, And faint if she saw a white cow!" "Will Mary this charge on her courage allow ?” His companion exclaim'd, with a smile: "I shall win, for I know she will venture there now, With fearless good humour did Mary comply, The night it was gloomy, the wind it was high; O'er the path, so well known, still proceeded the maid, Through the gateway she enter'd-she felt not afraid— All around her was silent, save when the rude blast Over weed-cover'd fragments still fearless she pass'd, Where the alder-tree grew in the aisle. Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, When the sound of a voice seem'd to rise on her ear- |