The landlord brought it himself. "A queer night this," said the landlord. Lankey Fogle took a long pull. "A skimmery shimmery night, sir," pursued the landlord. Another pull toward the bottom. "The Shot-Tower has been busy as a bee all day to-day; and such a singing as he's kept up!" Lankey Fogle admitted it by his manner of setting down the glass. He went out very quietly, winking at the landlord in a sleepy way; at which the landlord, in turn, shook his head. As he got into the road again, a great hay-cart was passing, so high piled up, that the moon now abroad, seemed to be sleeping in its top among the fresh-mown blades. His heart sunk within him. He entered the great gate at the Mount Vernon school, where the trotting-course used to be. He passed through the orchard. There was a great shout be But hind him; it was the city leaving off its work, with a cheer. There was a mighty blaze in the sky; the city lighting up for the night. How green the grass was!-how it sparkled and winked and laughed in the clear moonshine! there was a shadow on it now-a huge shadow, made neither by man, nor house, nor tree: it was the dark side of the old Shot-Tower; and when Lankey looked up, how wickedly and wilfully, cool and self-possessed, that old white ghost of a Tower held himself! Not inquisitive, nor overbearing, but scandalously calm and indifferent. Lankey Fogle was alarmed, much more than if he had pitched himself head-foremost into Lankey's waistcoat, and offered downright fight; and when he saw in its shadow a figure leaning down and delving the earth-he leaped the fence! Was it to keep his appointment, or fly from it? Whichever it was, who could blame him? THE BALLAD OF DON RODERICK. BY S. WALLACE CONE. I. "My daughter," queth Count Julian, "Need must that I should go To guard the town of Ceuta against the Paynim foe: Don Roderick hath committed the fortress to my care, And foul my shame if field were fought, and Julian were not there." "Now God and our dear Lady defend and help the right! And yet I would, my father, thou went'st not forth to night. I have a strange foreboding of some misfortune near, And tho' the field were fought and won, I would thou stayedst here." II. "Out, out on thee, Florinda-what folly, girl, is this? III. But lo! a plump of lances, with banners waving high, The warder gave the signal of foes approaching near, 66 Away and man the ramparts! We'd meet them tho' but ten!" IV. "But with such odds, dear lady, is sure defeat and cheap!" Before the castle's barrier his rein the foremost drew, "Now wherefore come yon lances, Sir Knight?" the lady cried, "And what may be your purpose in hostile guise that ride?" V. "Hostile! nay trust me, lady, 'tis but our guise is so ;- VI. Right joyfully cried Cava―" Sir Knight, my father's hall He bowed him to his saddle, and hied him to the train, And down the hill they hurried, and pricked across the plain; VII. With trumpets loudly braying their proud and joyful notes, VIII. The monarch and his nobles, with love and courtesy, His couch she knelt beside it: his barons watched around; IX. The gaping wound together she with her fingers pressed, And night and day together with eye that never slept, PART II. I. It was upon the morning of John the Baptist's day, And for his cure he thanked her-I wis she did not frown. "Thou cur'st," quoth he, "my body-yet sore thou woundest me! II. "The shaft it pierced my bosom, alack! thy lovely eyes III. What," cried the shuddering maiden, "Is thus my care repaid? Oh! King, how have I wronged thee, that thou shouldst thus degrade? Part! part in peace, Don Roderick, and on my bended knee I'll pray that our dear Lady, this thought may pardon thee." "A larger boon then ask ye, for larger will we need, And the good saint must pardon, sweet wench, both thought and deed; IV. "Oh king! oh king! bethink thee, Count Julian's good right hand This day is doing battle to guard for thee thy land! Bethink thee of thine honor! bethink thee of thy need, When wounded sore and helpless thou at his gates didst bleed! Part! part in peace, Don Roderick, and on my bended knee I'll V. Come," quoth the monarch, smiling, "no more, no more delay! We two must be in Burgos before the close of day!" Back started then Florinda, and raised her hand on high, Her lips all white and bloodless, and fierce her flashing eye,"King! if thou dar'st dishonor,-God curse thee for the deed! Upon the field of battle deserted may'st thou bleed! An outcast from thy kingdom, from crown and hope exiled, Be thy false soul unshriven, thy traitor's grave defiled!" VI. Dark scowled the haughty monarch-he seized with ruthless hand, Forth from her weeping damsels he bore their hapless dame, Oh! when Count Julian heard it, a vengeful man was he; "God curse thee, thou false monarch! God curse thee ever more! VII. "I was thy truest soldier, I am thy deadliest foe; The vengeance of the Father shall lay the Monarch low. VIII. Fly! fly, thou false king Roderick! Fly, fly, ye men of Spain! Count Julian dogs thy footsteps! your army strews the plain! Weep, weep, and beat your bosoms, ye who were wives this morn! Weep for your orphaned children, slaves to the Paynim's scorn! Wo to the noble's castle! wo to the hermit's grot! Wo to the stately city! wo to the herdman's cot! Weep for your blighted honor! weep for your country's loss! IX. It was upon the morning before the field of shame, X. Now cursed be the hour Count Julian turned to go That brought the dark-browed Moorman across the groaning sea! For Roderick fell at Xeres, and Tarik ruled in Spain. WHAT IS THE REASON? HOW MUCH LAND AND PROPERTY, AND I HAVE NONE!" THIS was the exclamation of a laboring man, who accompanied the late Theodore Sedgwick, from his residence in Stockbridge to a steamboat-landing on the North River, as he was setting off on a voyage to Europe. They were upon a mountain summit in Berkshire, overlooking the broad valley of the Hudson. Spread out before them lay the rich pastures and fat cornfields of Columbia, Dutchess, Greene, and Ulster. Cities and villages were there, teeming with enterprise and wealth. Herds of flocks innumerable were pasturing upon the hills and grazing upon the plains. Upon the broad deep bosom of the majestic river floated many a barque, borne along on wings of wind or fire, deeply laden with the harvests of every clime. From along the tributary branches of the monarch flood, ascended the smoke, and was heard the rattle, of forges and factories, ever busy in pouring in their contributions to the full tide of wealth. The scene presented a living panorama, exhibiting in one brilliant view the harmonious competition and co-operation of Agriculture, Commerce, and Art, to provide supplies for every want and desire and taste of man. The attendant was filled with amazement, and exclaimed," How much land and property, and I have none! What is the reason?" Wealth everywhere abounds. Kind Nature, no niggard step-dame, but an all-bounteous, loving mother, exhaustlessly produces supplies for all her children. The Universal Father has written his attribute of Love over all the face of his creation, upon every manifestation of his existence; in the beams of the morning light, the evening's declining shadows, the gorgeous splendor of noon, and the solemn majesty of midnight; in the sun, the stars, and the seasons in their courses; in the untravelled solitudes of the forest, and the swelling tides of the boundless sea; and has inscribed it in characters of clearer light upon that altar which he has erected for his worship in the deep instincts and sentiments of man's soul. We cannot then believe that He has VOL XVI.-NO. LXXIX. 2 made poverty and want and servile toil the necessary lot of any human being; that he has placed him in the midst of the lavish and superfluous riches, with which he is surrounded, only to tantalize him with the view of good which he is not to be permitted to attain. This fair earth was not made to be man's prison-house and place of bondage, where his soul must be crushed and extinguished by material incumbrances; but for a garden of Eden, wherein grows every plant that is pleasant to the sight and good for food, and in the midst whereof is the Tree of Life, and the Tree of Knowledge,not set there for the blinding, but for the healing of his eyes. Wealth everywhere abounds, and liberal provision for every human necessity, comfort, luxury. Ample means are provided, too, for the large unfolding of man's spiritual nature. Why in so plentiful a world does poverty so much more abound? Why is it, that so large a portion of men, born the equal heirs of nature's abundance, are compelled to be the slaves of toil, to waste immortal energies, and lose their true life, in the wanton struggle for animal existence? Amid so much public prosperity, why so much private wretchedness? Why these savage hovels by the side of these vast and gorgeous palaces? Why this squalid, ragged vagrant wandering, homeless and famishing, among these abodes of luxurious opulence? Why this huge mass of ignorance in the midst of all these ostentatious provisions for education ?—this unshrinking vice even under the droppings of the sanctuary? Why is the light of this young, new soul quenched in its opening by the mountains of incumbrance, which lie upon it, and keep it from emerging? Why, in a world so rich, are there so many millions who can say "I have none?" Loud above the din of commerce, the clatter of machinery, the stunning roar of the universal struggle for wealth, a million echoes are heard repeating the question,-" What is the reason!" With the conservative portion of the community, with those who regard the |