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ing the rebels with condign punish- as his predecessor had been, and, like ment. As they grow more and more him, laughed at the jesters; and he obstinate, he becomes the pathetic gradually turned their scoffs to approremonstrant with those unnatural balion by his equanimity and the children, and coaxes them to be good merit of his performances. Warton boys. When any news of success to had not only ihe wit to be diverted the British arms has arrived, he by probationary odes in mockery of mounts the high horse again, a d his own, which he valued at less ihan gives the Yankees hard words, but they were worth, but he had temper not without magnanimous hints that to endure the malignant scurrility of the gates of mercy are not quite closed Ritson, in reference to more important to repentance.

Reverses come, and labours, with no severer remark than he consoles the king. Matters grow that he was a black-lettered dog. A porworse, and he is at his wit's-end. At tion of bis later days was devoted to a last the struggle is over; he accom- labour of love an edition of the modates himself to the unpleasant juvenile poems of Milton, with copious necessity of the case, and sings the notes. Though of sedentary college blessings of peace and concord. habits, and a free liver, he enjoyed

Laureate odes, good or bad, are vigorous health to the age of 62 : he always fair game for squibs. White. then broke down. He went to Bath head had his share of ridicule, but he with the gout, and returned, as he had more courage than Gray, who thought, in an improved condition. was so painfully afflicted by the paro. The evening of May 20, 1790, he dies of Lloyd and Coleman, that he passed cheerfully in the common-room, almost resolved to forswear poetry. but, before midnight, he was stricken Whitehead retorted on his assailants with paralysis, and the next day he with easy good-humour, in “ An Apo- was a corpse. logy for all Laureates, past, present, Henry James Pye, who was of a family and to come,” beginning,

of which the founder is stated to have “ Ye silly dogs whose half-year lays,

come to England with the Conqueror, Atiend, like satellites, on Bays,

was likewise representative, by the feAnd still with added lumber load

male line of the patriot Hampden. In Each birth-day and each new-year ode, 1784, he was returned to parliament Why will ye strive to be severe ? as member for Berkshire. But the In pity to yourselves forbear;

expense of the contest ruined him, Nor let the sneering public see

and he was obliged 10 sell bis estate; What numbers write far worse than he.” and even the slender salary of a laureate and ending,

was not unacceptable when it fell in “To laureates is no pity due,

his way. Besides his official odes, he Encumber'd with a thousand clogs ? produced numerous works, epic, draI'm very sure they pity you,

matic, and lyric, and also publisbed Ye silliest of silly dogs.”

several translations, and a corrected The next laureate, Thomas Warton, edition of Francis's Horace. The the bistorian of English poetry, is too reader will be content if we pass all well known and appreciated to require these with ihe remark that he was a any lengthened notice here. In 1747 respectable writer, a good London and 1748 he held the appointment of police-magistrate, and an honourable laureated poet, 10 which he was inau- gentleman in a less equivocal sense gurated, according to the ancient cus. than the parliamentary style. As tom, in the common-room of Trinity factor of annual odes for the court, he College, Oxford. His duty was to was, of course, scurvily used by the celebrate a lady chosen as lady patro- wags. The joke on “Pindar Pje, et ness; and Warton performed his task parvus Pybus,” was once in every crowned with a wreath of laurel. In body's mouth. He died in 1813, and 1757, he was elected professor of poetry, was succeeded by as his father had formerly been in the Robert Southey, who held the office same university. On the demise of for thirty years; and this prolonged Whitehead in 1785, the laureateship tenure of it, still longer than Cibber's, was conferred on him by command of by a man of unimpeachable worth and George the Third. He was quizzed distinguished genius, is a happy set-off

against the disgrace which frightened Southey's admirers and regretters Gray, and made him resuse it The should be now promptly gratified. concession proposed to Gray, that he We began with the earliest of laureates should write only when and what he and the latest,—Apollo and the venechose, was also virtually, though notrable Wordsworth,--and with them formally, yielded to Southey. “ The we will conclude. In a snug nook, performance of the annual odes," he sheltered from the north and east says, “had been suspended from the winds by Helvellyn and Fairfield, time of George the Third's illness in Wordsworth has for many years cul. 1810, and sell completely into disuse, tivated his own laurels with success, Thus terminated a custom more hon- till he is absolutely embowered in them. oured in the breach than the obser- The original slip, from which all this vance. How is it that we have yet throng of greenery has sprung, is said no biography of Southey? It is ru. to have been a culting from a scion of moured thai his only surviving son the bay.tree planted by Petrarch at the Reverend Cuthbert Southey, has the tomb of Virgil, which tree was un: one in preparation. We hope that the questionably derived from the undying report is true, and that it will contain root of that which supplied leaves for abundance of his father's delightful the garland of Apollo, and assuaged letters, and be published soon. Bis the divinity of his brow, when, as we dat qui cito dat,—that is, not that a reminded the reader at our outset on book should be got up in a hurry, but this ramble he hired himself as poelthat, after a delay of five years, the laureate to King Admetus, on a daily reasonable expectation of Robert stipend of a hornful of milk.

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The King of Sweden, Charles X., openly or secretly in the hands of lay with bis army before Copenhagen. the eneiny. And, to add to the desoHis generals, the young Prince of lation the Swedes brought with them, Sulzbach and Count Steenbock, be- the inhabitants had scarcely yet resieged the city, and his troops showed covered the ravages of a pestilence, themselves worthy sons of ihe famous which had disappeared from their Thirty years' War. The system of shores but a few years previously. cruelty and extortion that had cha. Whether it was the king's absence racterized their Polish and German from the island, or a notion in the campaigns was renewed in Denmark, Swedes' mind that they would 5000 and with the greater fierceness that have to leave the country, which rennational antipathy served at once as dered the soldiery so unbridled in pretext and stimulus to the soldier's their excesses, certain it is, that the lust of blood and plunder. And thus scourge of war made itself more sewas it thai upon the island of Funen verely felt than ever towards the end scenes were enacted, whose frightful of the year 1659. The doubisul sort record, handed down by history, now of succour afforded by the Dutch appears scarcely credible. Men and fleet was chiefly confined to Zealand, women, priests and laymen, old and and it was small consolation to the young, the humble and the illustrious, people of Funen to see the proud ships were subjected to the grossest ill. of the rich republic cruising in the treatment, either to extort money, or Belt and Cattegat. The scanty intelas punishment for not possessing it. ligence from ihe capital, which in Amongst the Danes themselves mutual summer some old boatman occasionfear and mistrust existed; for indivi- ally brought over, was not always to duals were not wanting who, through be relied upon, seldom or never satisfear, or in hope of profit, played factory, and ceased altogether when

winter came, and dark and stormy merry-making; and a wedding, essennights rendered the navigation between tially the most joyous of festivals, the islands impracticable for small would have been out of keeping with craft.

the universal misery: Parily influ. At a moderate distance from the enced by a feeling of this kind, and town of Nyeborg, on the east coast partly by other circumstances, old Thor of Funen, stands the village of Vind. Hansen resolved to postpone the proing, one of whose richest inhabitants, jected marriage, and the young people at the time of the Swedish occupation, silently acquiesced. was a certain Thor Hansen. He had Amidst the general misery and a son, called, of course, Hans Thor. suffering, Thor Hansen might be consen—for in that country the names of sidered highly favoured, as compared the peasants are like a pair of gloves, with many others.

For sergeant which, when turned inside out, change Jon_Svartberg, of the first regiment their places, so that the right becomes of Finland horse, who had quartered the left and the left the right; and himself upon the best house in the with this transposition names are village, namely, upon that of Hansen, handed down from generation 10 was milder-mannered and of gentler generation, never becoming out of heart than the majority of his brethren fashion. In Thor Hansen's house in arms. Not but that he did honour dwelt a young girl, a distant relative to his military schooling in Germany of his own; and although Christina's and Poland, and resembled a hear sole dowry was her pretty cherry. far oftener than a lamb: he required cheeked countenance, and her comely much, and exacted it rigorously; but healthy person, he had preferred her still there was a limit to his demands, to all oibers for bis daughter-in-law. and when these were complied with, Many might marvel at such a choice, the persons he was quariered upon especially those who know that the had not to fear the wanton torments Danish peasant is at least as proud of and ill treatment which drive the his hide of land and nook of garden as oppressed to despair. The smart the noble of bis wide estates, or the young sergeant certainly deemed him. wealthy merchant of his well-stored self the first person in the house, and warehouses, and that marriages, un- expected to be treated as such ; but, suitable in a pecuniary point of view, that conceded, he asked no inore. are as rare in that country as in any He stood up for what he considered other in the world. But on this head his rights, and no one must infringe Thor Hansen thought differently from upon them. One quality he had, his fellows. He saw that Christina which perhaps contributed to soften was a smart active girl, who, young and humanize his nature—he was though she was, had kept his house devoted admirer of the gentler sex. after bis wife's death with all care Nor was he deficient in the qualities and industry, had milked his cows, that frequently find favour with cooked his oatmeal, and spun his flax. women. A handsome well-grown As to the son Hans, of nothing in the fellow with golden hair, and a fresh world was he more desirous than 10 complexion, somewhat weathered by get Christina for his wife; and Chris- campaigns; his lofty leathern helmet, tina, when father and son opened his blue facings and broad yellow their minds to her, could scarcely bandelier, with brightly burnished answer for joy. Thus all were agreed, buckles, his tall boots and jingling and the old man already thought of spurs, became him well; in manner making over his land to his son, and he was frank and joyous, and when of settling down to pass the rest of his be laughed, which was often and days in peace and ihe chimney corner. loud, a row of ivory teeth showed The wedding day was fixed, the fish themselves beneath his light brown and saffron for the soup were pur- beard, and his blue eyes had a bold and chased, when suddenly the Swede ar- amorous sparkle. Confident in tbese rived. This unexpected and unwel. various recommendations, which had come intrusion disturbed the plans of perhaps already, in other countries, many. With lamentation throughout procured him the favour of the fair, the land, few thought of joy and Svartberg cherished the notion of his


invincibility, and flattered himself scarce a Vestige remains; and this be had but to appear to overcome all small group of trees, bounded on the rivals and conquer all hearts. That north by a rivulet, lay within the he had completely gained that of limits of the old man's farm. AlChristina, and thai it was ready at though the night was dreary and any moment to beat the chamade and cheerless out of doors, it was warm surrender at discretion, he did not and snug in Thor Hansen's cottage. for an instant doubt. To say nothing Thor himself sat on one side the huge of his personal recommendations, he fireplace, comfortably sunk in an old had never, during the whole time he cushioned chair ; opposite to him had been master in Thor Hansen's Christina had taken her station, and house, seen the least sign of a rival. was busy with her distaff. Between This arose from the circumstance that them hung a large four-cornered iron Hans and Christina had kept their lantern; and upon the end of a bench engagement a secret from the soldier, Hans had seated himself, in such a as if some instinct or internal voice position that he could conveniently had told them that his acquaintance throw his arm round the young girl's with it might prove for ihem the waist. Moreover, his cheek rested source of great vexation and suffer- upon her shoulder, and in this agreeing. To maintain the disguise, how. able attitude be kept up an incessant ever, was no easy or pleasant task. whispering, only interrupting the Many consider it a very hard case stream of his volubility to snatch an when two lovers are prevented see. occasional kiss from her ruddy cheek. ing each other as often as they wish; “ But how know you all that, but how much more painful must it Hans ?" said the maiden, who for be to have to feign coldness in pre- some time had listened with deep sence of a third person, and on his attention to her lover's words. “Who account? The young people felt that told you?” the innocent familiarities of betrothed " Not so loud, darling!” replied lovers would have been highly dis. Hans; “I do not want the old man to pleasing to the enamoured Swede,– hear it yet: the thing is uncertain, and and deeply enamoured he was, as the result still more so. My father benone, having eyes, could fail to see. comes each day more anxious, so that So Hans and Christina were fain to I am almost uneasy lest in his terror he be on their guard, except at such should himself throw you into the arms hours as the sergeant was on duty, of the accursed Swede, if things looked or when they worked together in farm dangerous.” or garden. When Svartberg was at “ The accursed Swede!” repeated home he was continually asier Chris. Christina; “ he deserves not the word tina--paying her compliments, cutting at your hands. He has done us much jokes, taking her by the chin, catch service, and no harm. When I think ing her round the waist and making of my uncle's two poor girls, and of the her waltz round the room, stealing many others who have shared their lot, her slippers as she sat spinning, and I deem myself most lucky, and so playing other witty pranks of a similar should you, that our roof covers so kind.

gentle a foe.” It was a November evening, and “Certainly," replied Hans, “God for those acquainted with that season knows, I do think myself lucky, and in the island of Funen, it is unneces- wish Svartberg no manner of harm sary to say that the night was a in the main, but, on the contrary, rough one. The gale drove black everything that is good, save and masses of clouds across the sky, and except yourself. But listen further. roared and whistled through the small I fell in this afternoon with a couple thicket, composed of a score of vene. of peasants from the plain; they had rable oak trees niingled with hazel stopped at the public-house lo bait, bushes, that grew at a short distance and had been doing work for Count from Thor Hansen's little garden. At Steenbock. Whilst the dragoons, that time there was still a great deal whom they accompanied with their of oak and beech timber in ihe neigh- carts, sat and drank in the tavern, I borhood of Nyeborg, of which now got into discourse with these two men.

I had noticed them whispering toge- house,” continued he, turning to Thor thes, and looking carefully about them, Hansen and taking his band. Dog'sand felt sure there was something up, weather, this,” he added, as he knock. something they knew of, and which ed the water from his broad-brimmed the Swede did not. I questioned the round hat till it streamed over the oldest of them, and at last he told me floor, and passed both hands over his that the rumour of powerful and thick eyebrows and black bushy hair. speedy succour was abroad in the “ I am wet to the very skin, and as country: he had his information more stiff and weary as an old plough. particularly from Martin Thy; he horse that can no longer follow the had seen him not far from the Olen. furrow. With your permission !"see, standing at a forge, and bargain- and so saying he seated bimself by ing with Swedish officers about a the table, on the end of the wooden horse."

bench. He was a little, broad shoul. “ Martin Thy, say you ?” cried dered man, with an unusual quantity Christina; “he is sick'in bed.” of long hair upon his head, and with

"Never mind that, darling! you small lively black eyes, shaded by don't know Martin ; he can be sick projecting brows.

He wore a peaand well at the same time, just as he sant's jerkin of coarse brown woollen pleases. At this moment his health stuff, and carried his whip, the end of is as good as yours; and if this red whose lash was tied to the handle, cheek does not lie, you are as fresh slung across his broad back, as a fowl. as a fish. Or bave my kisses made er carries his gun. your cheek so red? Come, let me kiss " Whence so late, Martin Thy?” the other.”

quoth Thor Hansen, with a curious * Nonsense, Hans! be quiet; the glance at the new-comer, old man hears you,” whispered Chris “ Direct from Middelfahrt," replied tina, warding off with her arm the the horse-dealer in a suppressed voice. threatened salutation.

"I would speak to Sergeant Svart“What is that about Martin Thy?” berg before I go to bed, and therefore inquired Thor Hansen from beyond have I ridden straight up here. The the fire. Withont waiting an answer worshipful sergeant is doubtless at to his question, he sat up in his chair, home?" he added, but with an exand anxiously listened. What is pression of countenance as if he wishthat.” he said, “Who comes at this ed the contrary. On receiving the bour of night? Svartberg it cannot assurance that Svartberg was out, and be; his guard is not yet over. Run not expected back for two or three out, Hans, and see who it is.”

hours, Martin Thy peeped cautiously The son left the room, and in the into the best bed chamber, which the moment of silence that ensued the Swede occupied, then into the kitchen yard-dog barked loudly, and the tramp and court; and having at last fully and neigh of a horse were heard. Al. satisfied himself that the person he ter brief delay, Hans re-entered the inquired about was really absent, he apartment, accompanied by another pulled his whip over his head, and man.

ibrew it violently down upon the “Yes, yes, Hans,” said the stran- floor. ger; “ you are a very good lad, but “I may speak, then, and tell you that is a matter I understand better the news,” he said, thrusting both than you do. Black Captain is as hands into the breast of his doublet, good a beast as a horseman need wish and standing, with his short, strong 10 cross.”

legs apart, colossus-fashion, in the May be,” replied Hans; “ but at middle of the floor. : I went to Midpresent he is lame, if not hip-shot." delfahrt in a lucky hour. Every face

“ Thank ye, friend," replied the was joyful, and every mouth full of stranger, warmly. I expect you reports of a great and immediate suc. are a judge. A trifle weary and foot. cour, with which we should drive the sore he may be. He has had a heavy Swedes out of the country; and on day's work, and drags a litile with one this side the Odensee I heard the leg. But no matter. The peace of Swedes themselves talk of it. For my God and a good evening to this part I have not a doubt about the mai.


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