XV.

Thim's my noätions, Sammy, wheerby I means to stick ;

But if thou marries a bad un, I'll leäve the land to Dick.

Coom oop, proputty, proputty-that's what I 'ears 'im saäyProputty, proputty, proputtv-canter an' canter away.

THE GOLDEN SUPPER.

[This poem is founded upon a story in Boc caccio.

A young lover, Julian, whose cousin and forter-sister, Camilla, has been wedded to his friend and rival, Lionel, endeavors to narrate the story of his own love for her and the strange sequel of it. He speaks of having been haunted in delirium by visions and the sound of belis, some times tolling for a funeral, and at last ringing for a marriage; but he breaks away, overcome, as he approaches the Event, and a witness to it completes the tale.]

HE flies the event: he leaves the event to me:

Poor Julian-how he rush'd away; the bells.

Those marriage-bells, echoing in ear and heart

But cast a parting glance at me, you

saw,

As who should say "continue." Well, he had

One golden hour-of triumph shall I say?

Solace at least-before he left his home. Would you had seen him in that hour of his!

He moved thro' all of it majesticallyRestrain'd himself quite to the closebut now

Whether they were his lady's marriage-beils,

Or prophets of them in his fantasy,
I never ask'd; but Lionel and the girl
Were wedded, and our Julian came
again

Back to his mother's house among the pines.

But these, their gloom, the mountains and the Bay,

The whole land weigh'd him down as Etna does

The Giant of Mythology: he would go, Would leave the land for ever, and had

gone

Surely, but for a whisper "Go not yet," Some warning, and divinely as it seem'd

By that which follow'd--but of this I deem

As of the visions that he told-the event

Glanced back upon them in his after life,

And partly made them-tho' he knew

it not.

Sitting awhile to rest, but evermore Holding his golden burden in his arms, So bore her thro' the solitary land Back to the mother's house where she was born.

There the good mother's kindly ministering,

With half a night's appliances, recall'd Her fluttering life: she rais'd an eye that ask'd

"Where?" till the things familiar to her youth

Had made a silent answer: then sho spoke,

"Here! and how came I here?" and learning it

(They told her somewhat rashly as I think)

At once began to wander and to wail, "Ay, but you know that you must give me back :

Send! bid him come;" but Lionel was away-