35. It was the noble Moringer that dropp'd amid the wine 36. Then to the cup-bearer he said, "Do me one kindly deed, 37. The cup-bearer was courtly bred, nor was the boon denied, 38. The ring hath caught the Lady's eye, she views it close and near, Then might you hear her shriek aloud, "The Moringer is here!" Then might you see her start from seat, while tears in torrents fell,— But whether 'twas for joy or woe the ladies best can tell. 39. But loud she utter'd thanks to heaven, and every saintly power, 40. "Yes, here I claim the praise," she said, "to constant matrons due, 41. It was Marstetten then rose up, his falchion there he drew, He kneel'd before the Moringer, and down his weapon threw ; "My oath and knightly faith are broke," these were the words he said, "Then take, my liege, thy vassal's sword, and take thy vassal's head." 4.2. The noble Moringer he smiled, and then aloud did say, "He gathers wisdom that hath roam'd seven twelvemonths and a day; My daughter now hath fifteen years, fame speaks her sweet and fair, I give her for the bride you lose, and name her for my heir." 43. The young bridegroom hath youthful bride, the old bridegroom the old, THE GRAVE OF CRAZY JANE From the MS. of the late John Finlay, Author of Wallace, &c. 1. PEACEFUL is the grave of lovers, When from all their cares they sleep, Soft the turf their bosom covers, And their eyes have ceased to weep. In this valley silent wandering, Oft I mark at dewy e'en, Through the shades of twilight gathering, 2. Oft I heard the voice of anguish 3. Now her heart has still'd its motion, 4. Mark the spot, where, silent yonder, Oft she'd wander there, and ponder, 5. If thou, red-breast, knew'st her sorrow, THE PALE CHEEK OF LOVE. From the MS. of the late John Finlay. I HEED not, Love, the rosy cheek And breathed its warmth upon my own, When thou didst chide my froward will, That made its tinge a deeper still. I mark'd o'er grief thy roses shed, I deem'd the lilies left behind. THE DEATH OF KING JUAN OF CASTILLE, AND DON RAYMON OF BUTRAGO. FROM THE OLD SPANISH. "YOUR horse is faint, my King, my Lord, your gallant horse is sick, "My King, my King, you're wounded sore, the blood runs from your feet— "Stand, noble steed, this hour of need, be gentle as a lamb- "Nay, never speak-my sires, Lord King, received their land from yours, "Oh, Raymon!"-" Nay-oh, Juan, no time for parley now- King Juan's horse fell lifeless-Don Raymon's horse stood by, 'Gainst the same tree their backs they placed... they hacked the king in twainDon Raymon's arms his corpse embraced-and so they both were slain. But when the Moor Almasar beheld what had been done, "God grant may ne'er to Christian men this Moorish shame be told!" LETTER FROM CAPT. MAITLAND, R. N. [Captain Maitland, R. N., who commanded his Majesty's ship Bellerophon, when Napoleon Buonaparte surrendered himself in the year 1815, has done us the honour to write the following letter, the object of which is to correct an inaccuracy, which we had very unintentionally committed, in our account of the Ex-Emperor's behaviour, while on board his vessel. The letter is addressed to the printers; but we have preferred adhering to Captain Maitland's own method.] Cairnie Lodge, Cupar Fife, Oct. 20th, 1817. GENTLEMEN, I AM induced to address a letter to you, in consequence of two mis-statements that have appeared in the 20th Chapter of the Edinburgh Annual Register, for the year 1815, just published at your printing-office. The false and exaggerated accounts which appeared in the daily papers, during the period that Napoleon Buo naparte was immediately under my eye, I did not consider worth contradiction; but, as it is known I reside in the country, and that access might easily have been had to me, had the writer of the article in question been anxious to obtain the most authentic information, the public may conclude that I have given my sanction to that part of the 20th Chapter, which applies to Buonaparte and myself. I therefore feel myself called upon, in justice to that person, and to my own character, to point out the objectionable paragraphs. The first begins at the fifth line of the first column of the 335th page, and ends at the twelfth of the same column and page. The second is continued between the ninth and forty-third lines of the second column of the 339th page. In objection to the first, I must state, that Buonaparte never conduct. ed himself with arrogance whilst he was on board the ship I commanded. He knew the world too well, and was aware he could not have adopted a measure more likely to defeat any wish he might have entertained of being considered as a crowned head; but, in fact, he never attempted to exact such respect; and, so far from any such being shown to him, he had not even the honours due to a general officer paid on his coming on board the Bellerophon. Any honours that could be construed into those due to the former rank he held did not originate with me, and certainly were not demanded by him. Where the other paragraph could originate, I am at a loss to conceive; as I assert most solemnly, that at no period, in my presence, (and I was the only person in the ship who had direct communication with him, his |