VOL. LIX. 'LET fall the portcullis, Fling out to the breeze Ere they climb o'er the wall, For days it was wafted On rumor's swift wing, Lord CHARLES in his castle 'Gainst GoD and their king, And the morrow the tale Of the battle shall bring. 'For the lords of the land Shall rise up in their ire, Unmassed shall remain, And their bodies be food For the beasts of the plain.'. Thus laughed he in scorn, Bright fires could be seen From the castle's high tower. And the messengers told That thick swarming like bees, The rebels were wasting The lands of DUPRISE. 22 The troops to the castle Let fall the portcullis ; Ere they climb o'er the wall, Or besieged and besiegers Together shall fall.' The portcullis fell, And the draw-bridge uprose, And the broad moat runs deep 'Twixt the wall and the foes. They cluster like ants On the banks of the moat, And strive to pass over By raft and by boat. Like a flash of the lightning, The warriors dash into The ranks of the foe. But vainly they strive; They who watch from the wall Feel their hopes die within them As each warrior falls. 'Come, ladies and maidens,' Cried CLARE of Duprise, ‘Our banner still spreads Its broad field to the breeze. The saints in their anger Our offerings spurn; To our arms our brave warriors Will never return. 'No foe to his GOD, To his country and king, His minions to plunder, Our castle shall bring. Adieu to the beauties Of earth and of sky; For love we have lived, And for honor we die.' Still fierce waxed the battle; And sports on the breeze; Fit wife for a warrior Is CLARE of Duprise. As the flames burst the windows And rise to the sky, For the last time reëchoes The knight's battle-cry. No foot of the foe In the castle has trod; Is at peace with his GOD. FLOATING FOR DEER. WHILE the travellers were loitering at the Adirondac Iron-works, Toney, their clever guide, proposed to initiate them into the toils and excitement of a mid-night hunt, or to 'float for deer,' as he named the sport. So, having equipped themselves for camping out, the party set out about four o'clock one August afternoon to thread the four miles of tangled forest between the iron-works and the lake pitched upon as the scene of the nocturnal exploits. The hunters reached the log camp at the lake about sun-set. During the tramp the clouds had been lowering and thickening, and by the time we reached our destination, the whole sky was densely packed with vapor, shutting ɔut the fragment that was left of day, and threatening a storm. Just over a burnt hemlock-knoll, five rods from camp, was the lake. As soon as we had laid aside our 'impedimenta,' and stowed our knapsacks, we cautiously stole down to reconnoitre the field. The lake was about sixty rods wide; a marshy belt, supporting a rank growth of grass and wild oats, skirted the opposite shore. A rifle-shot beyond arose a range of lofty mountains, whose shadows deepened the waters of the lake to an inky hue. The sportsmen's eyes, however, were directed exclusively to that belt of feeding-ground; and the eager scrutiny was soon repaid; for they had waited but a moment before a very large doe― Toney vouched that he had never seen so large a one directly stepped forth from the forest upon the marsh, attended by her half-grown fawn. Just then three deer came in sight a little way above, and after a few moments still another entered the marsh, so that there were six deer in view at once. The large doe was not more than sixty rods from the hunters, and it was interesting to watch the solicitude that led her, at every crop of the herbage, to switch aloft her tall neck and explore every nook of the shore. With a Sharp's rifle a good shot ought to reach her; yet we withstood the temptation to try the experiment, for the crack of a rifle would have driven every deer back into the woods, and perhaps have ruined the night's sport. So, with a parting look we got back to camp without starting them, and waited for darkness. The darker the night, the surer the promise of success. A torch is planted upon the prow of the skiff, whose gleam lures the deer to stand gazing until the skiff glides within easy shot. The slightest disturbance, however — the rippling of the water from the paddle, the grating of a bush against the boat's side, will awake the spell-bound deer, and with a snort of alarm he wheels, and with a single bound he is out of sight. The eyes of the victim, as it gazes, glow like steady sparks of fire, and a long way off betray it to the hunter. On our way through the woods, Toney had stripped from a white birch-tree a concave piece of bark, about two feet high, which, with a board fastened across the bottom, pierced for three candles, he mounted upon a staff. This impromptu 'reflector' is to stand upon the very prow of our skiff, and while it |