LOST AND FOUND. Some miners were sinking a shaft in Wales— (I know not where, but the facts have fill'd A chink in my brain, while other tales Have been swept away, as when pearls are spill'd, One pearl rolls into a chink in the floor :)— Somewhere, then, where God's light is kill'd, And men tear in the dark, at the earth's heart-core, These men were at work, when their axes knock'd A hole in a passage closed years before. A slip in the earth, I suppose, had block'd Till these men picked it; and 'gan to creep In, on all-fours. Then a loud shout ran Round the black roof,-" Here's a man asleep!" They all push'd forward, and scarce a span Fell on the upturn'd face of a man. No taint of death, no decaying damp Had touch'd that fair young brow, whereon Calm as a monarch upon his throne, He must have been there for many a year. The dry and embalming air of the mine Who was he, then? No man could say In their great rough arms, begrimed with coal, To the outer world of the short warm grass. Older than anyone here, I guess ! Belike, she may mind when the wall fell there, And remember the chap by his comeliness." So they brought old Bess with her silver hair, And the crowd around him all gave way, Then suddenly rang a sharp low cry! ... lost! "O Willie! Willie! my "O Willie, darlin', were bitter tears! . . "They said ye were auver the sea-ye'd found "O darlin'! a long, long life o' pain I ha' lived since then! . . And now I'm old, 'Seems a-most as if youth were come back again, "Seeing ye there wi' yer locks o' gold, And limbs sa straight as ashen beams, I a'most forget how the years ha' roll'd "Between us! . . . O Willie! how strange it seems To see ye here, as I've seen ye oft, Auver and auver again in dreams!" In broken words like these, with soft For surely a sight like this, the sun The dead, with its undimm'd fleshly grace, Those bodies were just of one age; yet there But the moment was come ;-(as a moment will, When, at the top, as their eyes see clear, Beside the Eternal rest they know!) Death came to Old Bess that night, and gave And now, though the rains and winds may rave, And there, while the summers and winters glide, HAMILTON AIDÉ. [By kind permission of the author.] POOR JACK. Ah, yes-poor Jack: I mind him once Gertrude Squire Marmion's only child: Heaven! how Jack's heart would quake At very mention of her name! For her dear darling sake He would have died-poor Jack-and glad, Her face, like sunlight on the sea, But she-ah, well, perhaps poor Jack Her hand, long since had been betrothed With wealth and martial fame, Son of Earl Eustace Evelyn, The Lord Fitzharding came! For long the distant war was done: "In one short month," wrote he, "I shall be home again, and love No more shall parted be!" And now-even now-there stood a ship On the far horizon-sea. Beside the village wharf she stood: 66 She watched the rising sail; Sailor, what ship is that?" she cried: Poor Jack-the fiercest gale Had never scared his heart, but now He knew the ship: he turned: he raised |