No!-but it tells me of a heart KATHRINE! to many an hour of mine Light wings and sunshine you have lent; And so adieu, and still be thine The all-in-all of life-Content! GILDEROY. THE last, the fatal hour is come, The bell has toll'd; it shakes my heart; And must my Gilderoy depart No bosom trembles for thy doom; The gallows' foot is all thy tomb, Oh, Gilderoy! bethought we then When first in Roslin's lovely glen Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen, Ah! little thought I to deplore Ye cruel, cruel, that combined A long adieu! but where shall fly When every mean and cruel eye Yes! they will mock thy widow's tears, Alas! his infant beauty wears Then will I seek the dreary mound That wraps thy mouldering clay, And weep and linger on the ground, And sigh my heart away. OUR bosoms we'll bare for the glorious strife, To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life, Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, 'Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trustGod bless the green Isle of the brave! Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust, It would rouse the old dead from their grave! Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, And swear to prevail in your dear native land! In a Briton's sweet home shall a spoiler abide, Shall a Frenchman insult the loved fair at our side? Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, wear to prevail in your dear native land! Shall a tyrant enslave us, my countrymen !—No! A death-bed repentance be taught the proud foe, THE RITTER BANN. THE Ritter Bann from Hungary While other knights held revels, he Slow paced his lonely room. There enter'd one whose face he knew,- He oft at mass had listen'd to In the holy house of prayer. 'Twas the Abbot of St. James's monks, His reverend air arrested even |