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Pomps, powers, and pleasures ;-all that glads the heart,
Or wins the curious eye or craving sense ;
Shall they not perish, in one moment strewn
Upon that void wave of nonentity,
In which your own grim prison star alone
Travels its endless way, with its sad crew,
From deep to blacker deep,—where it shall be
My task to inflict far heavier woe than this
Derided exhortation ?

Chor. Oh, spare us, spare us, dreadful King !

Thy brow is terror-crown'd,
And paints with horrid lightening

These ghastly cliffs around !
Thy voice rings, like the trump of doom,

To seal the abyss and cleave the tomb !
Sam. How livid Consternation's many hues
Cloud your scarr'd brows with Fear's deformity!
I love to gaze upon you thus,--and muse
In calmness upon things which Angels fear.
Yet oft, methinks, when I behold you thus
Crouch, terror-shaken, at the name of that
Ye must substantially endure, I feel
Strange pity touch my bosom's adamant,
To see how lost ye are, and could nigh weep
Over your hopeless state, as the lone granite
Pours down the night dews o'er the desert sands,
As if to weep o'er their sterility,
With softness not its own.-Alas! weak fiends,
Pleasure and soft forgetfulness are idle,
As dreams which change not the sad waking truth.
And coward shrinking magnifies the evil
Which ever lessens, as the heart expands,
And the soul gathers dignity from daring.
The tyrant Danger but subdues the weak-
The fiery war-steed, which the timid fears,
Bears on the brave with answering exultation
Into the storm of strife, with heart prepared
To dally with the thunder of the fight.

There is an hour mark'd in the page of doom,
When

ye shall court the thing ye shudder at, And plunge into Hell's self for terror's sake. When Death's wide portals, opening widest-last--Send forth their bony inmate to collect The gleaning of life's harvest-ye shall envy That common refuge from the judgment-seat, Where Mercy's self, array'd in light too pure For sin to look on, bids all hope depart. But, 'tis enough-Ye may retire.— These thoughts May fitlier soothe his loneliness, to whom Terror is as a slave.--Be diligent Each in his proper station, and obedient To watch and win-be prompt at every call ;Wear pleasure as a mask, and not a chain ;Be men your victims, not your flatterers. In all things view the end: That, perishing, Vengeance may smile your fall--and mingle Triumph with your despair-peopling Hell's prisons With human generation.-Hence-away!

Scene III.-SAMMAEL.

They're gone to ply their ineffectual labour,
To sow in guilt what they must reap in woe, -
Heaping upon themselves more deep damnation.-
Thus would I have it.--Little once I thought,
When leagued with me in crime and punishment
They fell, -condemn’d to an eternity
Of exile from all joy and holiness-
And the first stains of sinfulness and sorrow
Fell blight-like o'er their cherub lineaments-
Myself the cause Albeit too proud for tears,
Yet touch'd with their sad doom, I little thought
I e'er should hate them thus.—Yet thus I hate them,
With all that bitter agony of soul
Which is the punishment of fiends. Alas!
It was my high ambition, to hold sway,
Sole, paramount, unquestion'd, o'er a third
Of Heaven's resplendent legions : - Power and glory
Dwelt on them, like an elemental essence
That could not be destroy’d. I could not deem
That aught could so extinguish the pure fire
Of their all sun-like beauty-yet 'tis changed !--
I gain'd them to my wish, and they are grown
Too hateful to be look'd on. Thus I've seen
The frail fair dupe of amorous perfidy,
The victim of a smile, - by man beguiled-
Won to debasement, and then left in loathing:-
Alas! I cannot leave my fatal conquest !
Man! would I were the humblest mortal wretch,
That crawls beneath yon shadowing temple's tower,
Under the sky of Canaan; so I might
Lay down this weight of sceptred misery,
And fly for ever from myself and these!
But Pride reproves the wish ; and—it is useless ;
The unatonable deeds of ages rise
Like clouds between me and the throne of Grace.
I may not hope, -or fear,--still unsubdued,
As when I ruled the anarchy of Heaven,
I stand in Fate's despite,-firm and impassive
To all that Chance, and Time, and Ruin bring.
- In that disastrous day, when this vast world
Shall, like a tempest-shaken edifice,
Rock into giant fractures as the sound
Of the Archangel's trump, upon the deep,
Bids fall the bonds of nature, to let forth
Destruction's formless fiend from world to world,
Trampling the stars to darkness,-Even then,
Like that proud Roman exile, musing o'er
The dust of fallen Carthage, I shall stand,
Myself a solemn wreck, calm and unmoved
Among the ruins of the works of God.
And my last look shall be a look of triumph
O'er the fallen pillars of the deep and sky;
The wreck of nature by my deeds prepared-
Deeds-which o'erpay the power of Destiny.

K.

THE BROWNIE OF THE BLACK HAGGS.

BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.

When the Sprots were lairds of Why, sir, how can you laugh ?" Wheelhope, which is now a long time said they. “ The poor girl is kill. ago, there was one of the ladies who ed.” was very badly spoken of in the coun- .“ Very likely, very likely," said the try. People did not just openly assert laird. Well, it will teach her to that Lady Wheelhope was a witch, take care who she angers again.”

but every one had an aversion even at And, sir, your lady will be hang· hearing her named ; and when by ed.”

chance she happened to be mentioned, “. Very likely; well, it will learn old men would shake their heads and her how to strike so rashly again-Ha, say, “Ah ! let us alane o' her! The ha, ha! Will it not, Jessy ?” less ye meddle wi' her the better." But when this same Jessy died sudAuld wives would give over spinning, denly one morning, the laird was and, as a pretence for hearing what greatly confounded, and seemed dimmight be said about her, poke in the ly to comprehend that there had been fire with the tongs, cocking up their unfair play going. There was little ears all the while; and then, after doubt that she was taken off by poisome meaning coughs, hems, and son; but whether the lady did it haws, would haply say, “ Hech-wow, through jealousy or not, was never sirs ! An a' be true that's said !” or divulged; but it greatly bamboozled something equally wise and decisive and astonished the poor laird, for his as that.

nerves failed him, and his whole frame In short, Lady Wheelhope was ac- became paralytic. He seems to have counted a very bad woman. She was been exactly in the same state of mind an inexorable tyrant in her family, with a colley that I once had. He was quarrelled with her servants, often extremely fond of the gun as long as cursing them, striking them, and I did not kill any thing with her, turning them away; especially if they (there being no game laws in Ettrick were religious, for these she could Forest in those days,) and he got a not endure, but suspected them of grand chase after the hares when I every thing bad. Whenever she found missed them. But there was one day out any of the servant men of the that I chanced for a marvel to shoot laird's establishment for religious cha- one dead, a few paces before his nose. racters, she soon gave them up to the I'll never forget the astonishment that military, and got them shot; and se- the poor beast manifested. He stared veral girls that were regular in their one while at the gun, and another devotions, she was supposed to have while at the dead hare, and seemed to popped off with poison. She was cer- be drawing the conclusion, that if the tainly a wicked woman, else many case stood thus, there was no creature good people were mistaken in her cha- sure of its life. Finally, he took his racter, and the poor persecuted Cove- tail between his legs, and ran away nanters were obliged to unite in their home, and never would face a gun all prayers against her.

his life again. As for the laird, he was a stump. So was it precisely with Laird Sprot A big, dun-faced, pluffy body, that of Wheelhope. As long as his lady's cared neither for good nor evil, and wraih produced only noise and splutdid not well know the one from the ter among the servants, he thought it other. He laughed at his lady's tan- fine sport ; but when he saw what he trums and barley-hoods; and the believed the dreadful effects of it, he greater the rage that she got into, the became like a barrel organ out of tune, laird thought it the better sport. One and could only discourse one note, day, when two servant maids came which he did to every one he met. “I running to him, in great agitation, and wish she maunna hae gotten sometold him that his lady had felled one thing she has been the waur of.” This of their companions, the laird laughed note he repeated early and late, night heartily at them, and said he did not and day, sleeping and waking, alone doubt it.

and in company, from the moment Vol. XXIV.

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that Jessy died till she was buried; work well, and with apparent ease. and on going to the churchyard as From the moment that he entered the chief mourner, he whispered it to her house, the lady conceived a mortal ana relations by the way. When they tipathy against him, and besought the came to the grave, he took his stand laird to turn him away. But the laird, at the head, nor would he give place of himself, never turned away any to the girl's father ; but there he stood, body, and moreover he had hired him like a huge post, as though he neither for å trivial wage, and the fellow neisaw nor heard; and when he had ther wanted activity nor perseverance. lowered her late comely head into the The natural consequence of this ara grave, and dropped the cord, he slowrangement was, that the lady instanta ly lifted his hat with one hand, wiped ly set herself to make Merodach's life his dim eyes with the back of the as bitter as it was possible, in order to other, and said, in a deep tremulous get early quit of a domestic every way tone, “Poor lassie! I wish she didna get so disgusting. Her hatred of him was something she had been the waur of.” not like a common antipathy enter

This death made a great noise among tained by one human being against the common people; but there was no another, she hated him as one might protection for the life of the subject in hate a toad or an adder; and his occuthose days; and provided a man or pation of jotteryman (as the laird woman was a true loyal subject, and a termed his servant of all work) keepreal Anti-Covenanter, any of them ing him always about her hand, it might kill as many as they liked. So must have proved highly disagreeable. there was no one to take cognizance of She scolded him, she raged at him, the circumstances relating to the death but he only mocked her wrath, and of poor Jessy.

giggled and laughed at her, with the After this, the lady walked softly most provoking derision. She tried for the space of two or three years. to fell him again and again, but neShe saw that she had rendered herself ver, with all her address, could she odious, and had entirely lost her hus- hit him; and never did she make a band's countenance, which she liked blow at him, that she did not repent worst of all. But the evil propensity it. She was heavy and unwieldy, and could not be overcome; and a poor boy, he as quick in his motions as a monwhom the laird, out of sheer compas- key; besides, he generally had her in sion, had taken into his service, being such an ungovernable rage, that when found dead one morning, the country she flew at him, she hardly knew what people could no longer be restrained; she was doing. At one time she guided so they went in a body to the Sheriff, her blow towards him, and he at the and insisted on an investigation. It same instant avoided it with such dexo was proved that she detested the boy, terity, that she knocked down the had often threatened him, and had chief hind, or foresinan; and then given him brose and butter the after- Merodach giggled so heartily, that, noon before he died; but the cause lifting the kitchen poker, she threw was ultimately dismissed, and the pure it athim with a full design of knocking suers fined.

out his brains; but the missile only No one can tell to what height of broke every plate and ashet on the wickedness she might now have pro- kitchen dresser. ceeded, had not a check of a very sin- She then hasted to the laird, crying gular kind been laid upon her. Among bitterly, and telling him she would the servants that came home at the not suffer that wretch Merodach, as next term, was one who called him- she called him, to stay another night self Merodach; and a strange person in the family. “ Why, then, put him he was. He had the form of a boy, away, and trouble me no more about' but the features of one a hundred years him," said the laird. old, save that his eyes had a brillian- “ Put him away!" exclaimed she; cy and restlessness, which was very I have already ordered him away a extraordinary, bearing a strong re- hundred times, and charged him nesemblance to the eyes of a well-known ver to let me see his horrible face species of monkey. He was froward again; but he only flouts me, and tells and perverse in all his actions, and me he'll see me at the devil first." disregarded the pleasure or displeasure The pertinacity of the fellow amused of any person ; but he performed his the laird exceedingly; his dim eyes turned upwards into his head with de- appear to shun, but rather encourage. light; he then looked two ways at She, however, vented her wrath in once, turned round his back, and threatenings of the most deep and deslaughed till the tears ran down bis perate revenge, the creature all the dun cheeks, but he could only articu. while assuring her that she would be late “ You're fitted now.”

foiled, and that in all ber encounters The lady's agony of rage still in- and contests with him, she would unicreasing from this derision, she flew formly come to the worst. He was on the laird, and said he was not wor- resolved to do his duty, and there bethy the name of a man, if he did not fore his master he defied her. turn away that pestilence, after the The laird thought more than heconway he had abused her.

sidered it prudent to reveal; but he Why, Shusy, my dear, what has had little doubt that his wife would he done to you?" *

wreak that vengeance on his jottery“ What done to me! has he not man which she avowed, and as little caused me to knock down John Thom- of her capability. He almost shudson, and I do not know if ever he will dered when he recollected one who come to life again ?".

had taken something that she had been “ Have you felled your favourite the waur of. John Thomson? "said the laird, laugh- In a word, the Lady of Wheel. ing more heartily than before; “you hope's inveterate malignity against inight have done a worse deed than this one object, was like the rod of that. But what evil has John done?” Moses, that swallowed up the rest of

“ And has he not broke every plate the serpents. All her wicked and evil and dish on the whole dresser" con- propensities seemed to be superseded tinued the lady, disregarding the laird's by it

, if not utterly absorbed in its question; “ and for all this devasta. virtues. The rest of the family now tion, he only mocks at my displeasure, lived in comparative peace and quiet-absolutely mocks me,--and if you ness; for early and late her malevodo not have him turned away, and lence was venting itself against the hanged or shot for his deeds, you are jotteryman, and him alone. It was a pot worthy the name of man.' deliriurn of hatred and vengeance, on

“Oalack! What a devastation among which the whole bent and bias of her the china metal !” said the laird ; and inclination was set. She could not stay calling on Merodach, he said, “ Tell from the creature's presence, for in me, thou evil Merodach of Babylon, the intervals when absent from him, how thou dared'st knock down thy she spent her breath in curses and exelady’s favourite servant, John Thom- crations, and then not able to rest, she son?”

ran again to seek him, her eyes gleam“ Not I, your honour. It was my ing with the anticipated delights of lady herself, who got into such a furia vengeance, while, ever and anon, all ous rage at me, that she mistook her the scaith, the ridicule, and the harm, man, and felled Mr Thomson ; and redounded on herself. the good man's skull is fractured.” Was it not strange that she could

“ That was very odd,” said the pot get quit of this sole annoyance of laird, chuckling; “'I do not compre- her life? One would have thought hend it. But then, what the devil set she easily might. But by this time you on smashing all my lady's delft there was nothing farther from her inand china ware? –That was a most in- tention; she wanted vengeance, full, famous and provoking action.". adequate, and delicious vengeance, on

“ It was she herself, your honour. her audacious opponent. But he was Sorry would I have been to have bro- a strange and terrible creature, and ken one dish belonging to the house. the means of retaliation came always, I take all the house servants to wit- as it were, to his hand. ness, that my lady smashed all the Bread and sweet milk was the only dishes with a poker, and now lays the fare that Merodach cared for, and he blame on me.'

having bargained for that, would not The laird turned his dim and de- want it, though he often got it with a lighted eyes on his lady, who was cry- curse and with ill will. The lady ing with vexation and rage, and seem. having intentionally kept back his ed meditating another personal attack wonted allowance for some days, on on the culprit, which he did not at all the Sabbath morning following, she

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