"But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, "Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, For the world must love and fear him "Then he will arise so pale, "Then he'll ride among the hills "Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain And kneel down beside my feet'Lo, my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting! What wilt thou exchange for it?' "And the first time, I will send "Then the young foot-page will run, Then my lover will ride faster, Till he kneeleth at my knee : 'I am a duke's eldest son, Thousand serfs do call me master, But, O Love, I love but thee l' "He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds: And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gayly, Tied the bonnet, donn'd the shoe, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Ellie went home sad and slow. With his red-roan steed of steeds, MRS. BROWNING. PSALM XCV. COME, let us sing unto the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto Him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In His hand are the deep places of the earth; the strength of the hills is His also. The sea is His, and He made it, and His hands formed the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord our maker. For He is our God; and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand. To-day if ye will hear His voice, Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness : When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work. Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways: Unto whom I sware in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest. BATTLE OF MORGARTEN. ["In the year 1315, Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria, with a formidable army. It is well attested that this prince repeatedly declared he 'would trample the audacious rustics under his feet ;' and that he had procured a large stock of cordage, for the purpose of binding their chiefs, and putting them to death. But the Swiss were prepared to meet the attack, and the Duke retreated, sullen and dismayed."] HE wine-month* shone in its golden prime, TH And the red grapes clustering hung, But a deeper sound, through the Switzer's clime, A sound through vaulted cave, A sound through echoing glen, And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, And through the forest-glooms And the winds were tossing knightly plumes, In Hasli'st wilds there was gleaming steel * Wine-month, the German name for October. + Hasli, a wild district in the canton of Berne. Schreckhorn, the peak of terror, a mountain in the canton of Berne. Up midst the Righi snows The stormy march was heard, With the charger's tramp, whence fire-sparks rose, But a band, the noblest band of all, But amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness as of deep, dead night, While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they look'd not to the misty height The pass was filled with their serried power, And their steps had sounds like a thunder shower |