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 You might have seen the passions drivenResentment, Pity, Hope, Despair Like clouds across the face of Heaven. And looked and barked, and vanished thro'. * Argus. ""Tis Jacqueline! 'Tis Jacqueline!" 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, My father-if not for his own, Oh for his daughter's sake!" Inly he vowed-'twas all he could; Nor can ye wonder. When a child, And in her playfulness she smiled, They loved--but under Friendship's name; Then what was Jacqueline to do? He turned, beheld, admired the maid; 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; |