"May our prophet grant my wishes, Haughty chief, thou shalt be mine; Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow Which I drank when I was thine." Like a lion turns the warrior, Back the hero, full of fury, Mute and lifeless, on the ground. With a thousand Moors surrounded, Near him fighting, great Alonzo Furious press the hostile squadron, Loss of blood at length enfeebles; ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows, F All beside thy limpid waters, Lords, and dukes, and noble princes, There the hero, brave Alonzo, Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra Through their squadrons slow retires; Proud Seville, his native city, Proud Seville his worth admires. Close behind, a renegado Loudly shouts, with taunting cry, "Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly? Well I know thee, haughty Christian, Long I lived beneath thy roof; Oft I've in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof. "Well I know thy aged parents, "May our prophet grant my wishes, Haughty chief, thou shalt be mine; Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow Which I drank when I was thine." Like a lion turns the warrior, Back the hero, full of fury, Mute and lifeless, on the ground. With a thousand Moors surrounded, Near him fighting, great Alonzo Furious press the hostile squadron, Who can war with thousands wage ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows, F NOSE AND EYES. Cowper. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose ; So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause "In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Then holding the spectacles up to the court,- As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, 66 Again, would your lordship a moment suppose (Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then? "On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them." Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, For the Court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, - TRADITIONARY BALLAD-Mary Howitt. THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND “AND where have you been, my Mary, “And what did you see, my Mary, "And what did you hear, my Mary, "O, tell me all, my Mary,— For you must have seen the fairies, |