Thence we sail'd against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold, Which he wrung by cruel tortures from the Indian folk of old; Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone, Which flog men and keel-haul them and starve them to the bone. Oh, the palms grew high in Avés and fruits that shone like gold, And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold; 10 And the negro maids to Avés from bondage fast did flee, 15 To welcome gallant sailors a-sweeping in from sea. Oh, sweet it was in Avés to hear the landward breeze, A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you while you listen'd to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside that never touched the shore. 20 But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be, So the King's ships sail'd on Avés and quite put down were we. All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua sore wounded from the fight. Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside, 25 Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died; But as I lay a-gasping a Bristol sail came by, And brought me home to England here to beg until And now I'm old and going I'm sure I can't tell where; One comfort is, this world's so hard I can't be worse If I might but be a sea-dove I'd fly across the main, again. CHARLES KINGSLEY. THE OLD, OLD SONG' WHEN all the world is young, lad, And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down: Creep home, and take your place there, God grant you find one face there CHARLES KINGSLEY. 5 10 15 THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE INTO the Devil tavern Three booted troopers strode, From spur to feather spotted and splash'd In each of their cups they dropp'd a crust, A blue smoke rose from their pistol locks, Their sword blades were still wet; There were long red smears on their jerkins of buff, As the table they overset. Then into their cups they stirr'd the crusts, And curs'd old London town; 10 Then wav'd their swords, and drank with a stamp, 15 "God send this Crum-well-down!" The 'prentice dropped his can of beer, The ruby nose of the toping squire Grew white at the wild men's shout. Then into their cups they flung the crusts, And show'd their teeth with a frown; They flash'd their swords as they gave the toast, "God send this Crum-well-down!" The gambler dropp'd his dog's-ear'd cards, As the light of the fire, like stains of blood, 20 25 5 Then into their cups they splash'd the crusts, And leap'd on the table, and roar'd a toast, Till on a sudden fire-bells rang, And the troopers sprang to horse; 330 And the eldest mutter'd between his teeth, 35 In their stirrup cups they flung the crusts, Hot curses deep and coarse. And cried as they spurr'd through the town, With their keen swords drawn and their pistols cock'd, "God send this Crum-well-down!" Away they dash'd through Temple Bar, Their red cloaks flowing free, Their scabbards clash'd, each back-piece shone None lik'd to touch the three. The silver cups that held the crusts GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY. 40 45 MARY MAGDALENE AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE (For a drawing by D. G. R.1) "WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Nay, be thou all a rose, wreath, lips, and cheek. 1 In the drawing Mary has left a procession of revellers, and is ascending by a sudden impulse the steps of the house where she sees Christ. Her lover has followed her, and is trying to turn her back. Nay, not this house, that banquet-house we seek; - "Oh loose me! Seest thou not my Bridegroom's face DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. 5 10 ALAS, SO LONG! AH! dear one, we were young so long, And water in singing flow In the days we never again shall know. Ah! then was it all Spring weather? Ah! dear one, I've been old so long, It seems that age is loth to part, That warmed the pulses of heart to heart? Alas, so long! Ah! then was it all Spring weather? Nay, but we were young and together. 5 10 15 |