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And still, where'er his
O’erturn’d his infant's bed he found,
The blood-stain'd cover rent,
With recent blood besprent.
He search’d—with terror wild ;
But nowhere found the child !
“ Hell-hound! by thee my child's devour'd!”
The frantic father cried,
He plunged in Gelert's side !
His suppliant, as to earth he fell,
No pity could impart;
Pass'd heavy o'er his heart.
Aroused by Gelert's dying yell,
Some slumberer waken’d nigh; What words the parent's joy can tell,
To hear his infant cry!
Conceal'd beneath a mangled heap, ,
His hurried search hath miss'd, All glowing from his rosy sleep,
His cherub boy he kiss'd !
Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread
But the same couch beneath
Tremendous still in death!
Ah ! what was then Llewellyn's pain,
For now the truth was clear ;
To save Llewellyn's heir.
Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe,
“ Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low,
This heart shall ever rue!”
And now a gallant tomb they raise,
With costly sculpture deck’d;
Poor Gelert's bones protect.
Here never could the spearman pass,
Or forester, unmoved ;
Llewellyn's sorrow proved.
And here he hung his horn and spear;
And oft, as evening fell,
Poor Gelert's dying yell !
Dawn of day! thy twilight dress,
Dawn of day! how pure to me
Dawn of day ! how wrapt thy hush Of stillness : ere from brake or bush Beasts do rustlebirds take wing, Or noise of any earthly thing Break in upon that holy calm, Which spreads o'er care celestial balm.
Sweet, oh! sweetest, dawn of day! Like all that's sweet, how brief thy stay:
For now the sun, in beamy spread,
The Son of a Genius,
In truth, he was a strange and wayward wight,
MR. Lewis was the only surviving son of a gentleman, who had nearly expended a fine fortune in mechanical pursuits, which he had not the steadiness to follow so as to bring any single object to perfection, though he evinced powers sufficient to have fully effected that purpose. His son had received the education suitable for a liberal profession, but a direction of mind too desultory for any, until his seventeenth year, when he professed himself determined on embracing that of a painter ;-a desire perfectly consonant to the wishes of his father, who obtained for him every aid his profession required ; but, at the same time, by instilling the belief that on his genius alone he must depend for future fame and fortune, defeated in a great measure the benefits he bestowed, in providing his talents the means of cultivation ; since his son was thereby encouraged to neglect that application necessary in every profession, and taught to rest on fortuitous means for producing that, which is the reward of well-exerted efforts and unwearied application of appropriate talents. The father died very soon after the son's choice of a profession was settled, leaving his affairs in a state of so much derangement, that his widow, who had always been a most affectionate wife and tender mother, was literally harassed to death with settling them. She had, however, the satisfaction of paying all his debts, reducing his scattered property to a tangible shape, and leaving her son in actual possession of about two thousand pounds, with which she hoped he would be enabled to set out advantageously in life ; being assured by all who knew him, that he was a young man of the most promising talents, and being happy in the persuasion that he had an excellent disposition, and was not subject to any vicious propensity whatever.