A father may awhile refuse; But who can for another chuse ? When her young blushes had revealed The light was on his face; and there * And looked and barked, and vanished thro'. * Argus. 'Tis Jacqueline! 'Tis Jacqueline !" Her little brother laughing cried. "I know her by her kirtle green, She comes along the mountain-side; Now turning by the traveller's seat,Now resting in the hermit's cave,— Now kneeling, where the pathways meet, To the cross on the stranger's grave. And, by the soldier's cloak, I know (There, there along the ridge they go) D'Arcy so gentle and so brave! Look up-why will you not?" he cries, Who, for you told me on your knee, And true it was! And true the tale! When did she sue, and not prevail? Five years before-it was the night That on the village-green they parted, The lilied banners streaming bright O'er maids and mothers broken-hearted; The drum-it drowned the last adieu, “One charge I have and one alone, Nor that refuse to take, My father-if not for his own, Oh for his daughter's sake!" Inly he vowed-'twas all he could; And went and sealed it with his blood. Nor can ye wonder. When a child, They loved-but under Friendship's name; And 'twas a crime to love. Then what was Jacqueline to do? Thy thirst for vengeance sought the snare. * Called in the language of the country Pas-de-l'Echelle. The day was named, the guests invited; |