NOTES. (1) Page 52, line 13.1 Certaminis gaudia-the expression of Attila, in his har angue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons; given in Cassiodorus. (2) Page 56, l. 9. "The fiend's arch mock, "To lip a wanton, and suppose her chaste." Shakspeare. OSCAR OF ALVA.* A TALE. HOW sweetly shines, thro' azure skies, And hear the din of arms no more. 2. But, often, has yon rolling moon, 3. And, on the crimson'd rocks beneath, While many an eye, which ne'er again The catastrophe of this tale was suggested by the story of "Jeronymo and Lorenzo," in the first volume of "The "American, or Ghost-Seer!" It also bears some resmblance to a scene in the third Act of " Macbeth." 5. Once, to those eyes the lamp of Love, Faded is Alva's noble race, 6. And gray her towers are seen afar; No more her heroes urge the chace, Or roll the crimson tide of war. 7. But, who was last of Alva's clan ? 8. And, when that gale is fierce and high, It rises hoarsely through the sky, And vibrates o'er the mouldering wall. 9. Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs, 10. Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth, 11. They feast upon the mountain deer, 12. And they, who heard the war-notes wild, Hop'd that, one day, the Pibroch's strain Should play before the Hero's child, While he should lead the Tartan train. 13. Another year is quickly past, His natal day is like the last, Nor soon the jocund feast was done. 14. Taught by their sire to bend the bow, 15. But ere their years of youth are o'er, 16. Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair, |